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‘Okay,’ Bette smiled, kissing her again. ‘But it wasn’t hot . . . Not to me . . .’
Tina sighed, her whole body rising to the feel of Bette’s hands on her, lips on her. ‘What is hot to you?’ she whispered.
‘Oh, this.’ Bette cupped Tina’s breast, pinching the nipple. ‘And this . . .’ She bent her head and kissed Tina’s scar. ‘And this . . .’ She hooked her right arm under Tina’s left leg, opened her up and almost immediately entered her with her right hand.
‘Ohmygod!’ Tina gasped.
And then there came a sound like a bucket of ice water. A tiny sound. The sound of a dog getting to his feet. Bette’s head snapped round. There was a hallway light under their door.
‘No . . .’ Tina groaned. A moment ago her entire world was centred between her legs and now it was blown to the ends of the earth.
‘Yup,’ Bette said. She knew they had about three seconds before the bedroom door would open and, true enough, there was Sasha. Sleepy brown eyes, short blonde curls damp with sweat. Under her arm the usual fuzzy octopus. It was called Pat and was Scottish, apparently.
‘Hi Mom,’ she said, as if it was breakfast time or something.
‘Hey baby,’ Bette said, pulling the sheet around her. ‘Can you get me my robe?’
Sasha picked up Bette’s robe off the ottoman and handed it to her.
‘I can’t sleep,’ the child said.
‘I know, it’s too hot,’ Tina said. Her tank and shorts were nearby so she scrambled into them without bothering too much whether Sasha glimpsed her boobs or whatever. There was a line with parental nudity and they’d been treading it – and finding it – for many, many years.
Sasha climbed onto the bed and made her way up to the headboard. Bette flipped on the light, went into the bathroom to get a glass of water for Sasha and brush her teeth. Behind her she could hear Tina speaking soothingly, and then a moment later she appeared.
Their eyes met in the mirror. A knowing, slightly amused look. Bette turned around. Tina linked her arms around her.
‘I guess the Fake Bette was the lucky one tonight,’ she said softly.
‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ Bette replied, her dark eyes glowing with love. ‘The Real Bette has you.’