"I just . . want everything to be perfect"

"What makes you think it’s not?" Came the tender reply, catching Bette’s full attention.

Tina didn’t think Bette’s hesitance was stupid, she didn’t mock the brunette for being silly or get mad at her for stopping. No, Tina simply stood there, lovingly stroking Bette’s curls and silently hoping the brunette saw what she saw.

Tina was right, Bette realized. The longer she took to consider the blonde’s words, the more Bette was able to see that before she had hesitated, things had been perfect between them.

Maybe their current setting wasn’t what Bette would have imagined for their first time together, it still would have been amazing because it was with Tina. Making love didn’t always have to be about location or grace so long as the parties involved were doing just that, making love.

Tina slipped off her tank top, regaining the attention of the brunette. She stood there clad in the sexiest dark blue bra Bette had ever seen and for a moment, the brunette wanted to cry.

Tina was finally there, willingly removing her clothes for Bette to enjoy. She hadn’t stumbled upon it by accident or been forcibly exposed to it because she had been helping a drunk Tina out of her clothes.

It was real, after everything they had been through, it was finally happening.

Tina let the top fall at her side and straddled Bette a moment later, her hands immediately winding around Bette’s neck and playing with the curls there. Bette’s hands immediately went to Tina’s bare waist, roaming all over the super soft skin. Their eyes never broke contact even though the swells of Tina’s breasts were beckoning Bette to do so.

"Wherever we do this" Tina said softly, shivering as Bette’s fingers lightly ran down her spine. "Wherever we are. It will be perfect because I’m with you"

"You’re not nervous?" Bette asked timidly, knowing all too well what it felt like for a woman during her first time. She had hoped to assuage all of Tina’s fears before they began anything.