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    Why do birds

    “Am I doing something wrong?” Tina asked surprised by Bette’s action.

    “No T… that’s the thing… you are doing everything right…” Bette said breathlessly.

    Tina immediately understood what Bette meant and why she broke the kiss, for her insides were also burning with desire. A desire that was clearly consuming both with each kiss they shared, but a desire that still needed to be nurtured in order to add the remaining components of what that mixture of love making and primitive passion can do to a couple’s first time together.

    “Do the old fashioned walk me to my door?” Tina asked after a few seconds of looking into those soulful eyes and seeing that Bette did not want to let her go as much as she didn’t want to go, but staying there was dangerous and they were both saw it in each other’s eyes.

    “Sure.” Bette said as she got off the car and hurried to Tina’s side to open the door of the vehicle for her. They walked to Tina’s front door hand in hand and they stopped facing each other.

    “I had a great night T. Thank you.” Bette said smiling and holding both of Tina’s hands in her own.

    “Bette…” Tina said above a whisper, her eye’s locked with those of the woman standing in front her.

    “Yes Tina?” Bette asked rather seriously, knowing this moment could be crucial in their relationship.

    “Do you wanna come in?” Tina softly asked.

    “I would love to… but… I don’t know if that’s the wisest thing to do after the way we just kissed.” Bette said blushing and braking eye contact with the woman of her dreams to stare at the floor.

    Bette’s honest answer and the sweet and pensive tone of voice in which she was providing those words shook Tina to her core. It was as if Bette had said it more to herself instead of her.

    “I know what you mean and I don’t wanna rush us into anything… but I would really like for you to come inside with me.” Tina was amazed at her own boldness.

    Right then Bette looked up again, to meet those gorgeous hazel eyes that were silently pleading she would say yes.

    “I’m realizing something… I cannot say no to you.” Bette said leaning over and planting the softest kiss one could ever give on Tina’s lips.

    Once they were inside, Tina knew she had to find something to do in order to fight her urge to undress Bette right then and there and lead her to her bedroom, even though the idea still scared her a bit, her basic instinct was undeniable.

    “Would you like something to drink?” Tina asked instead.

    “Ahh yes… a cup of coffee?”

    “Yeah, sure. I’ll go get it ready, you make yourself comfortable.” Tina said taking Bette’s jacket and hanging it next to hers.

    “Uhm T? May I use your bathroom?”

    After getting the directions to the bathroom from Tina, Bette found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror.

    What am I doing?… What the fuck am I doing? She’s just so perfect… and I’m such an idiot… I can’t spoil this. If I ask her she’ll think I’m crazy and not talk to me ever again for the rest of her life… but what if she says yes? Damn! Should I? Fuck, fuck, fuck!… Why is this so difficult?… Why can’t I just say… Tina would come away with me for a few days? Or for the rest of our lives for that matter?…

    While Bette was having this delightful conversation with herself in the bathroom Tina was organizing the coffee maker, her hands were shaking as she was going through her coffee pots, trying to figure out which blend would Bette like the most.

    Fuck Kennard… what’s so wrong with it? why is it such a hassle to just ask a simple question? After all she stayed last night didn’t she? Why can’t I just say… Bette, do you wanna stay the night?

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    1. Geez.. really… you have a great ability to write and you have wrote multiple storys but you stop, then go on to a new one leaving us hanging on the last one..damn their all good please come back and finish them…

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