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    The Set Up (9)

    In the morning, Tina shifted before remembering who was behind her, and why. She wanted to giggle, but she thought better of it because she wanted Bette to sleep in if she could. Very slowly, she slipped out of Bette’s arms just as the brunette felt for her lover in her sleep. So Tina quickly grabbed her pillow, and Bette held onto that. It smelled like Tina.

    “Whew,” Tina whispered, quietly walking into the bathroom to relieve herself.

    When she washed her hands, she looked up into the mirror and chuckled to herself. On the mirror was written: I wish my thoughts were this clean.

    She chuckled, quickly getting to work to clean the soap off the mirror. “Bad girl.”

    Even after she went to the kitchen and poured herself some milk, she tried her best to be quiet. She even managed to make a fruit salad before she heard Bette stirring in bed, happily dancing down the hallway to poke her head into the room. “Did you want fruit?”

    “Ah!” Bette gasped, laughing when she saw the innocent face in the door. “God, you scared me. I just woke up.”

    Tina smiled and waltzed in, showing Bette her bowl of mixed fruit. “What do you say to all this? I made it myself.”

    “No no no,” Bette smirked, “It’s great, but this is how you indulge when you’re all alone? No way. Waffles and ice cream is where it’s at.”

    Tina laughed, but then swatted Bette’s hands away from her bowl. “Well fine then. Feast on sugar and cream and carbs all morning. I’ll be eating this in the living room.”

    “No!” Bette chuckled, finally pulling herself out of bed to put her arm over Tina’s shoulder as they sat on the couch together. “Can I … taste your fruit?”

    “My fruit is offended you didn’t want it.”

    Bette laughed at the ridiculousness of it all, but she realized that she really did have a craving for fruit. The healthy allure was making her smile on Tina’s shoulder, nudging her ear. “Please?”

    Tina tried not to affected by the gesture, just smiling. “Never.”

    “Pleeease?”

    “Oh fine,” Tina relented, turning to Bette so they could eat it together. And she realized how much she appreciated Bette’s coming after her, however strange the argument. Bette followed her without a thought, and she appreciated the gesture. She watched Bette eat a juicy grape, smiling when she’d been caught.

    Comments

    1. Thanks GR :-) I enjoy reading this chapter, and what is happening between them is so palpable, their shyness, their want and passion, and unspoken love.. Your writing is so beautiful, and the flow of the story is enchanting. I simply found it so heartwarming and sweet. :-) PPVS and thanks again!! :-)

    2. I feel that I need to express more of the happiness that I feel when you post. I feel that you are the voice of the underdog. You are my voice. I read your B&T and I feel like that is how I would be in that situation, kinky sex stuff aside, that is. The connection between these 2 individuals, who are so clearly in love, is so clear to me and I see myself in them. Having the internal honesty about their emotions and seeing Bette getting caught up in it, the momentary panic (rolling down a grassy hill by the force of gravity, is what comes to mind. A favorite childhood thing) just so many things. I am your biggest fan. Thank you GR😘

    3. The emotions that B&T are feeling are so palpable. At times I feel I’m in the same room as them and I am feeling the chemistry, the energy, the longing, the want and the shyness being emitted. Thanks for sharing your story.

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