Bette and Tina were lounging around the house for hours – watching TV, resting, and eating. Bette would lovingly touch her partner just for the intimacy, and Tina felt herself aroused by the loving embrace. She couldn’t believe how excited she became with every small caress – even squirming in Bette’s arms at one point. Bette, of course, pretended not to notice – she just kept touching her lover in that knowing way until Tina got up. Making some excuse to get a drink of water.

As Tina left, Bette watched after her with an energy of her own – wanting to satisfy Tina. Bette would have done so if Tina hadn’t extricated herself from her. She didn’t know how to withhold like Tina often withheld from her in such playful moments. It didn’t come naturally to her. It was difficult.

When Tina re-entered the room, Bette was staring at her with curiosity and awe. She had felt weak moments earlier for having wanted to be touched, but just then as Bette was staring at her, she felt powerful once again.

“T.”

Tina had stopped in her place – no glass of water in her hands. All she had on was a small tank top she had changed into and very loose shorts Bette felt were perfect for endless teasing.

“T … I really want you … I … don’t know how, though … this is really hard for me.”

“Oh poor baby,” Tina deadpanned, tugging at both sides of her shorts to emphasize that she had bent to Bette’s every whim – not the other way around.

“No, I know. But … I’m used to being your bitch.”

Tina laughed for a very long moment, and put her hands at her hips. She stared out at her usually submissive lover with a smile she kept for such new moments between them.

Bette leaned forward, lifting her back from the couch to rest her forearms on her knees. The silent seconds between them were filled with sincerity as Bette spoke: “I wanna know … how you do it.”

Tina was touched by the true admiration she saw in Bette’s eyes then. Something drew her to the ground, smiling at the shock on that naturally beautiful face – Bette never having thought she would be privy to the sight of Tina crawling on her knees. And yet there it was.