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    What is love? – Chapter 37

    “Let’s go back to the hotel, babe.”

    “I thought you’d never ask,” smiled Bette.

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    Their lovemaking the last few nights had been rushed or nonexistent. When Bette had sneaked to Tina’s room the night before the wedding, they hurried because they didn’t know how soon Tina’s wedding attendants would return to the room.

    Tina had slept through their wedding night and the second night, most of their friends had showed up at their honeymoon cabinand spent the night with them. They had planned to make love that night, but the proximity of the gang in their honeymoon cabin had inhibited them.

    “I can hear everything they are saying,” said Tina as she and Bette lay in the beach cabin bedroom.

    “Don’t listen,” whispered Bette as she nibbled on Tina’s ear and slipped her hand under Tina’s pajama top.

    “Bette.” Tina said, trying to get her new wife’s attention.

    “Hmmm?”

    “They will be able to hear everything we say, everything we do. They will be able to count the squeaks of the bed.”

    The nibbling stopped. The hand was withdrawn. Tina now had Bette’s complete attention.

    “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life,” Tina said, “hearing Alice give a blow by blow account of our wedding night.”

    Bette had understood and pulled back.

    They both thought about their “celibacy” of the last two nights.

    “What a way to start a honeymoon,” Bette whispered as they listened to the happy chatter in the living room.

    But these were their friends, their family actually. These women would love them, take care of them and drive them crazy for the rest of their lives. They both knew they might not even be together without the actions of some of them.

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    “Do you want to walk for a while?” Bette asked when they dropped off the car with the hotel valet service at the Kamehameha..

    “No,” said Tina curiously. “Do you?”

    “No.”

    As they walked toward the elevator, Tina held Bette’s hand. They were quiet in the elevator because other people were on it.

    Tina was getting a little worried because Bette hadn’t seemed herself for a few days. She seemed devoted and then, sometimes, detached. Tina tried to think when she first noticed it and decided it started at the wedding reception. But she wasn’t quite sure what “it” was.

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    Comments

    1. sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh. what you do to my heart. i.love.this.story. *whining* please have something else in store for us, please. you are just toooo good. loved it. thanks.

    2. Wow that was beautiful!! I hope Bette has no unresolved issues she is hanging on too. Let them talk to each other.. Please.. Post soon I love your writing..

    3. omfg, i don’t normally leave comments but this story was beautiful and the ending you are my winter, summer, spring you are my everything….i getting those words bronzed.

    4. i love it especially the part where bette picks up tina. i hope this story brings on much bliss for the 2 of them,and can we wait a while for themwanting to have kids.let them enjoy each other for now.

    5. Love, love,love did I mention love this story!!! Brilliant! That visual of Bette picking up Tina made me turn into a puddle of mush. Please don’t end soon.

    6. When I checked in tonight, we were already on to another page and this story was on page two. I saved this story for last and came back to it like the delectable dessert it is. Waiting heightens the pleasure, wouldn’t you say? Oh, you did say, didn’t you? Thanks!

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