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Jennifer: How about a ride, Mister?
Marty: Jennifer. Ohhh you’re a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you
Jennifer: Marty, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in a week
Marty: I haven’t
Jennifer: You okay? Is everything alright?
Marty: Oh yeah. Everything is great
Dr. Brown: Marty…you’ve got to come back with me
Dr. Brown: Back to the future
Marty: Wait a minute. What are you doing, Doc?
Dr. Brown: I need fuel. Go ahead. Quick. Get in the car
Marty: No no no. Doc. I just got here. Ok? Jennifer’s here. We are going to take the new truck for a spin
Dr. Brown: Well, bring her along. This concerns her too
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What do we become assholes or something?
Dr. Brown: Oh no no, Marty. Both you and Jennifer turn out just fine. It’s your kids, Marty. Something has got to be done about your kids
Marty: Hey Doc, we better back up. We don’t have enough road to get up to 88
Dr. Brown: Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads
The delorean hovers and flies through the screen
The end credits rolled.
Bette had been very still in Tina’s arms for most of the movie. Tina thought Bette was asleep. She looked down at a head full of curls and an armful of possibility.
She missed this. She missed them. She missed their life together. She wondered if they could ever find peace in each other again. Well, she wondered if Bette could ever find peace in her. Tina hoped she could…one day.
Tina loved holding Bette. She loved the closeness…the intimacy…the comfortableness. It just felt right and she never wanted to let her go. Tina closed her eyes and leaned her cheek on Bette’s head. She inhaled. She loved Bette’s scent almost as much as Bette loved how Tina smelled.
Bette looked at Tina’s hand cupping her left breast. Her grip was firm but so delicate. It felt so fucking good. She wished Tina’s hand was inside of her pajama shirt instead of on top of it. Honestly, she wished Tina was inside of her or better yet on top of her. Nothing felt better than Tina’s naked body on top of hers. Except for when they were clit to clit and Tina was staring into her eyes as she relentlessly rode her.