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    When You Least Expect It – Chapter 11

    The distant sound of rustling filled Tina’s ears, slowly rousing her from a peaceful sleep. What sounded like a heeled boot crashed onto the floor and finished waking the blonde up fully, making her jump at the sudden sound. Her sore eyes slowly opened to half mast and she saw that it was still somewhat dark outside, the sun had just now begun to rise.

    She looked to the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand, squinting to focus her tired vision on the glowing red numbers: 5:29am. Another rustling and Tina focused her gaze on the foot of her bed to see Bette hunched over the ottoman, gathering her things.

    "Baby, it’s 5:30 in the morning" Tina mumbled sleepily, groaning at the early hour, "What are you doing? Come back to bed"

    Bette lifted her head when she heard the blonde’s voice and flashed a tender smile.

    "Hey" She said softly, affectionately. "I wish I could baby but I have a meeting at 7. I have to go home and shower"

    "You can shower here" Tina offered, smiling tiredly when Bette flashed her own smile.

    "Yes but I also need to change into something other than this blouse" She held up the blouse she had worn the day before and winked at the sleepy blonde before straightening her body, her hands on her hips as her eyes searched around the semi dark room for the last missing item of hers.

    "That’s my blouse" Tina pouted.

    "I know" Bette laughed before finally seeing what she had been searching for. She walked over to the bedside lamp and plucked her black bra hanging off the lampshade, "There’s nothing wrong with your clothes. I just have this whole outfit picked out that I’m feeling really confident about and I’m afraid if I wear something else I’ll be thrown off my game and fuck up the meeting and . . ."

    Bette began to rant and Tina couldn’t help but smile, loving the OCD side of her. She found it adorable in fact and fell deeper for the brunette who wanted to be in control.

    "I just need to look good, presentable"

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