Bette had taken her time and time again before she’d even so much as lifted a finger, and now she had ideas of her own. She sucked and licked and even nibbled as Bette crumbled in her hands.

“Uhh T … T …” Bette whimpered, wanting to scream as two fingers slipped inside of her, too. She thought she might, but she couldn’t seem to exhale. It was all so good, and so fast. “Yes,” she managed to breathe out, just as she came. It crashed inside of her, just as she moaned and squirmed and let Tina have her.

It was amazing to them both – how frequently they could enjoy each other intimately. It seemed to be every few hours, they were back at it – and yet, that still didn’t seem to be enough.

One day, as they went in search of a good restaurant in a tourist area, Bette hugged Tina close to her. “I think I’ll take you home.”

“Ya think?” Tina mumbled, as if she was truly offended.

A couple beside them looked concerned, but Bette only smiled at the tease. “Yeah. Mmm … I get to be with you. Forever, did you know that?”

“Last time I checked, yes. We’re stuck.”

“Not stuck,” Bette laughed, and by then the couple walking ahead of them just exchanged confused glances, wandering into a shop just around the corner.

“But there’s no one I’d rather be stuck with than you,” Tina cooed, guiding Bette over to the wall of another place.

“Oh, sure, wait until everyone’s gone to look lovingly at me like that.”

Tina stole a kiss, and then realized there was a menu just beside them, and it looked quite appetizing. She even jokingly tried to ignore Bette’s kisses on her shoulder as she rambled about the cuisine, pulling Bette in after her.

The waiter saw the way they looked at each other, the rings on their fingers, and she ventured a guess that they were celebrating their anniversary. And with one look at Bette, Tina answered that it was in fact their honeymoon.

She found that it happened more the more affectionate they were in public – leaning against each other or holding hands – now that they had wedding rings on. And she very much enjoyed that it wasn’t a secret. She was married, and proud of it. It was everything she thought it might be. It was even more.