“Why don’t you just be honest Bette?” Tina was fighting to hold on to her emotions “I’ve been home for three weeks and after all that’s happened you haven’t even attempted to touch me. Love may be blind, but it’s not stupid”

“No, you’ve got it wrong” Bette tried to assemble her thoughts but they refuse to comply “After the last time..how could you want…not like this, T. I want you, you have to believe me”

“Really? Prove it” Tina glared at Bette “I’m your god damn wife…and I want you to ***** me.”

“Jesus Tina, no!” Bette cried, mortified to see Tina like this “I won’t do it” Her sharp tone making it clear that there was no room for argument.

Tina stood her ground, staring Bette down as she slowly folded her arms against her body.

“I’m not getting into this discussion with you tonight. We’ll talk about it when you’ve sobered up”

“I’m tired of talking, that’s all we ever do. I used to be your lover” Tina paused, closing her eyes for a second “But now I’m just your roommate” Bette flinched at the words and tried to calm herself reasoning that it is only because she’s drunk that Tina was acting this way.

“Go to bed, we’ll talk tomorrow” Bette whispered hoarsely. It was too much to look at Tina, seeing her pain. Bette retreated to the bathroom and drowned her guilt in a long, hot shower.

Only once she was confident that Tina had fallen asleep did Bette slip silently into their bed. Tina’s words echoed in her head and Bette wondered how she got it all so wrong. Her own guilt had blinded her and she hadn’t realized what Tina was feeling. ‘Well done Bette. First you cheat and then you act like you don’t want her anymore. You idiot’ she thought, a new wave of self loathing crashed down around her.

For the first time she thought about how she would have felt if their roles were reversed. Her body tensed as she imagined Tina allowing someone else to touch her, allowing them access to those sacred places. She ventured further seeing the pleasure in Tina’s eyes, her lips curved into that smile that was reserved for Bette alone while a faceless woman used her fingers, her mouth to lead Tina towards the edge.

Filled with lust Tina’s eyes goaded Bette, her pleasure is plain to see. The woman slowly discovered all of the places that Tina ached to be touched, she writhes, filled with desire at each caress. Bette watched as Tina grabbed the woman and hungrily kissed her mouth as her body is rocked by an *****, the woman’s fingers between her legs. Tina falls back against the pillows, her desire spent. She smiled at the woman and whispered something in her ear which made them both laugh. They begin to kiss gently at first but it doesn’t take long before Tina forces the woman on her back and begins to venture down her lithe figure.

Bette’s eyes fly open in a jealous rage staring across their bed to find Tina sleeping peacefully, the sight calmed her but the image of that woman lingers. Unable to stand it any longer, Bette threw back the comforter and stalked to the kitchen.

Ripping open the cupboard door with one hand she turned on the tap with the other, her hands trembled as she shoved a glass under the steady stream of water, it overflowed in seconds. She brought the glass to her lips and swallowed its contents quickly. Placing the glass gently on the bench a heavy sigh passed her lips. With the tap still flowing she cupped her hands under the faucet and splashed the cool water over her face. ‘So this is how it feels’ she thought, shutting off the tap. Turning around she leaned back against the counter and stared aimlessly around the darkened room. Bette silently questioned how the ***** she ended up here again. The room offers no answers but that’s OK because she already knew.

TBC