“Are you genuinely interested?

Bette let out a breath of air moving the hair out of her face.

“Or are you a bit jealous?”

Bette’s face stiffened, her jaw clenching as she lifted her finger to the back of her head.

Gotcha, babe.

“Did you just ask me if I’m jealous?” Bette knew her fake laugh was not going to convince Tina.

“I think you are a bit jealous.” Tina’s voice rose playfully as she splashed Bette’s legs.

“No, no. I just want you to be happy…and fulfilled.” Bette’s voice was suddenly hoarse. A tinge of apprehension spiking through it.

”Mmmhmm. Fulfilled, huh?” Tina splashed Bette again.

“Cmon T, you’re going to make me wet.”

Shit.

Shit.

Tina knew they thought it at the same time. Her’s however followed by Checkmate.

Tina grabbed Bette’s calves as she stood between them.

“That never bothered you before,” Tina bit her lip back, swaying between Bette’s legs, waiting for any small indication that it was ok to move closer.

“Tina…” Bette sounded small, delicate. Tina saw her ogle her body before Bette locked her ankles behind Tina’s back.

Tina pushed the white linen pants over Bette’s knees, moving her hands under the strong thighs. She pushed them into her sides, close to her breasts before she took a step closer.

“Am I making you wet now?”

Bette pulled Tina’s body in with her legs, her arms outstretched behind her. Tina could tell Bette was holding her breath as her wet nakedness rested between her legs. Tina moved her hands up Bette’s thighs to her hips. She ran her thumbs down her hip bones dipping them inside the edge of her pants. She flattened her hands and let her fingers lift Bette’s shirt as her palms chased the hem up to her boobs.

Bette’s head fell back, relishing in the way Tina was looking at her. Tina was taking her time, her fingers running over every inch of the mocha skin she had missed over the last few years. Tina teased herself, leaving Bette’s shirt just covering her nipples, only the bottom of her breasts visible. Tina’s thumbs tickled the underside of Bette’s chest before moving up to her shoulders and over her toned arms.

Bette’s ankles nudged into Tina, wanting the blonde against her. “Tinaaa”