"Get off of me," Bette panted, wanting to laugh but she was out of breath on the floor. Hands behind her back. She tugged at them, but Helena was enjoying the sight too much to let her slip away. "Hel …"

"What do you say we invite your little slut over here?" Helena smirked, reaching for the phone because she loved to watch the fire ignite in Bette’s eyes. Her wife suddenly became a whole lot stronger.

"No!" Bette insisted, throwing Helena off of her to crawl over to the phone and throw it. She didn’t care if it broke. But before she could reach it, Helena grabbed onto her leg and tugged her back to fall on the carpet, looking up to the coffee table. "Helena – don’t!"

And to her surprise, Helena didn’t leap for the evil opportunity, but crawled instead over Bette’s back, laying on top of her to whisper in her ear. "Let’s play pretend that she’s on the phone … and I hand it to you."

"I don’t know. I wouldn’t say anything."

"What if she told you she was wet?"

Bette panted out some laughter, but she was too exhausted to find it truly entertaining. "Hel … she’s … she wouldn’t say that."

"Well if she was touching herself, she probably would." Helena liked to watch the arousal build, and she licked between Bette’s shoulder blades with a smile as she imagined the look on her face. "And thinking of you … like I do."

Bette licked her lips, trying to ignore the images of her vulnerable student. She’d never thought of that before – Tina touching herself. But the topic piqued Bette’s interest, still squirming on the floor. "W … what do you think about?" For once in a long time, Bette was curious about her wife, but in a way, she knew that Helena wouldn’t answer truthfully.

"Well, I wonder what she does to herself … and what she wants you to do to her. I wonder if she’s a bad girl, don’t you? Like me."

"No one’s as bad as you," Bette smirked, feeling Helena’s hand slip underneath her. “Hel …”

“Mmm … hello hello,” Helena teased.

Bette tried to deny the pleasure she felt when Helena’s hand had slipped into her pants, eagerly massaging her. The moans were involuntary.