So, this an exclusive Tink/Bethany chapter. If you're not interested, don't read it. It was requested by pixip53 who has been absolutely amazing to work with, and I don't say nearly enough how much I appreciate her feedback. Bear in mind she usually receives the chapters about 6-8 hours before y'all and has quite insanely agreed to keep up with my frantic pace. If I do a double post, so does she. Girl needs some chocolate, but alas, this is all I can do. (Plus, using two characters to explain Katy's b-day party instead of 20 is much easier for my brain.)

Enjoy! And don't be too mad!

Song: Only You by Delilah


"I can't believe Ruby gave Katy her car," Tink blabbered aimlessly and flipped on the light to Bethany's apartment.

Bethany snickered and kicked off her heels at the door and unbuttoned her blazer. "It's not as though they require a third vehicle, and I found it a much more appropriate gift than your box of condoms," she purported over her shoulder as she stepped into the kitchen.

"Yes, but much less useful when the kid just runs everywhere anyway," Tink defended her decision. "Ever heard of The Shakers?" Beth shook her head and pulled a pinot noir from the rack on the counter near the refrigerator. She was only 20, but in Storybrooke, that meant very little as long as parental consent wasn't required.

"It was a religious group in the 1800's in America. Used mass haze-induced dances to purge sexual frustration. What Katy's doing ain't much different," Tink explained as her friend uncorked the bottle.

"What?"

Tink threw her arms in the air and gyrated in a crazed fashion. Her hips moved one way, her arms another. "Come life, shaker life. Come life eternal. Shake, shake, out of me all that is carnal. I'll take nimble steps. I'll be a David. I'll show Michael twice how he behaved." She stopped the insane movements to find Bethany with a glass of wine half-way to her mouth.

"There is good reason you do not have a boyfriend," she deadpanned, and Tink rolled her eyes, snatching up the second glass and pouring a liberal amount.

"Yeah, because I don't want any of them. Amelia might have snatched up the last eligible man in Storybrooke who has both hands, doesn't smell like some sort of forest herb, and is pleasant in appearance. I'm much happier learning everything about this world. It's fascinating," Tink declared with a wistful tone. She truly loved the Internet.

"Like Lorena Bobbit?"

She grinned devilishly. "Precisely. Not many women have the tits of steel it takes to chop off her husband's penis and toss it in a field. I tip my hat to that lady and hope she comes to Storybrooke one day so I can shake the hand she held it with."

Bethany wrinkled her nose. "You are the vilest creature." She snagged the bottle and moved towards the den. "And you question why Belle does not enjoy your company. You have no verbal filter."

Tink finished the first glass and poured another in less than 30 seconds while Bethany turned on the television and activated her Netflix adapter. "Can we watch something with lots of explosions? I'm not feeling your romantic comedies tonight."

"A foreign film, then?"

"Oh gods, no. I'd rather watch every Matthew McConaughey and Hugh Grant movie saved in your list than another Indie French film. You might understand the language, but I'm lost from trying to keep up with the sex and the subtitles." They laughed as Bethany settled into the corner of the sofa and crossed her legs. Tink sipped her wine and grinned goofily at her, cheeks already flushed with warmth from the liquid.

"I think you've turned me into a wine whore," she joked and took another sip.

Bethany savored a languorous swallow and hummed. "Belle suggested this. Her favorite, though I doubt she tolerates it any better now than she had in The Enchanted Forest." They rolled their eyes at that. "I must applaud her taste, however. White wines are either too tart or too sweet. Other red wines taste like tree bark, but this is sweet and earthy."

"It also hits me faster than whiskey," Tink added with a shrug and finished the second glass, setting the crystal on the coffee table to let her body settle before ingesting more. "How about a documentary?" She suggested as she laid on her side and rested her head in Bethany's lap, a position they often used for watching movies.

Bethany removed the elastic holding her slightly curly blonde hair. "Any particular topic?"

"Fairies," Tink joked.

"Narcissist."

"Control freak."

"Essex girl." Tink stopped. Bethany grinned smugly.

"That's a new one. What's it mean?"

Beth shrugged. "You can look it up when you go home," she teased and selected a documentary about the formation of stars, tossed the remote at Tink's feet, and moved her fingers across her friend's scalp.

"We could just turn off the lights and look at the stars," Tinker Bell gave her friend a hard time, more interested than she let on about the knowledge this world offered. Her eyes already fluttered. Between the warmth of the wine in her belly and the gentle ministrations soothing her, the former fairy felt the tensions she carried like a shield melt away in the safety of Bethany's apartment. She'd shared more of herself with her friend than the multitude of lovers she'd experienced over the years, probably because she and Beth were so messed up and outcast in this environment. She'd wished more than once that she felt romantic love for Belle's little sister, but it simply wasn't there.

"Tink?" Bethany called so quietly that the woman currently using her healed lap as a pillow barely heard her. The former princess' fingers stilled in her hair as the waitress rolled onto her back to study the expression that accompanied such a soft and weary tone.

"What's up, Starchy?" Tink pried before Bethany changed her mind. The tone sounded gentle and comforting, unlike Tink's usual gruffness. She stumbled into moments like that with the former fairy. She was much sweeter than people realized.

"What's…" Bethany started but then looked away, cheeks flushing. She cleared her throat and straightened her spine. "You've had sex, right? I know you have, of course, but you've experienced several partners."

"Yeah," Tink deadpanned. "Like a dozen or so. That a problem all of a sudden?" She snipped defensively, crossing her arms without sitting up, but the heated glare when Bethany glanced back down required no movement.

"Of course not," she answered softly and scratched at her scalp soothingly. "I only ask because I've never…" Bethany looked away again, and Tink finally sat up and scooted closer, taking her hand affectionately. They'd always been like that, it seemed. Comfortable, easy. Neither cared much for the opinions of others or the drama of the heroines, though they often got sucked in. They were both dry and opinionated and unafraid to blurt that out. The others had sensitive ears that offended easily, but that one trait bonded them together enough to discover the beauty and worth in the other. They had more in common than people thought.

"Beth, I know you're a virgin. We all do, that's… I mean, what happened to you was really fucked up. You must be all kinds of fucked up about it," Tink laid it flat as usual.

Bethany shook her head and tried to detangle her hand. "That's not… Forget it," she snapped, covering her discomfort with anger.

"Oh my god, I'm as thick as Ruby. You've never had an orgasm," Tink put everything together and squeezed her hand tighter, keeping her close. "Not even while masturbating?"

"I didn't like touching it," Bethany admitted sullenly. She'd tried. She knew what sexual frustration felt like. She'd known that since she hit her teenage years, but until the operation, she'd never been able to actually touch or penetrate herself without pain.

"Did it hurt?" Bethany nodded shyly. She'd not spoken about what happened in terms of how she felt physically or emotionally, just scientific facts. "Does it hurt now?"

The former princess huffed a sigh, gaze in her lap. "It's sensitive, more than I imagine a normal woman's might be, but it doesn't hurt anymore unless there is a lot of pressure, which Dr. Montgomery assures me will lessen with time."

"Have you… tried? I mean, have you masturbated?" Tink asked, direct but sensitive. She tried and failed to imagine the profound fuck her friend's bastard father wrought upon her mind, especially that young. Her recovery looked like years before the mental scars became rough enough to withstand pressure.

"I feel guilty when I try," Bethany admitted honestly and then covered her face with her free hand, only her trembling lower lip and chin visible. "Who's going to love me, Tink? I'm going to be alone forever, surrounded by my sister and her perfect family and her perfect friends and her perfect kids." Bethany stood and paced on the other side of the coffee table, hands on either side her of her neck.

"She left me alone with him, and now I have to watch her get everything I will never have. I may never even feel the touch of another. Forget children, forget a husband. I try every day to let go of my jealousy, but she's Belle. She's the woman I've looked up to my entire life. I still see that beautiful golden gown she was so fond of. She's gorgeous and brave and much smarter than me."

Bethany gasped when she turned around, straight into Tink's arms that circled her waist intimately. She swallowed roughly, searching those green eyes for a clue to her friend's intentions. Securing one hand firmly around Bethany's waist, Tink reached up with her other, pulled the clip from her tight, pristine bun, and tossed it onto the table. Bethany's eyes fluttered when fingertips scratched over her scalp, loosening mousey brown hair into gentle curls that resembled Belle's. She studied the former fairy's face while Tink arranged the silky strands.

"You are beautiful, Bethany, and what you're doing is incredibly brave. If this had happened to me, I don't know that I'd have the courage to admit it, to fix it," Tinker Bell praised her friend. She touched her cheek softly, pressing the pad of her thumb against Bethany's lower lip. "Have you ever been kissed?"

Bethany's brow furrowed, but she shook her head, answering the question because of the uncertainty of Tink's intentions. The waitress leaned in, and she pressed a hand into her shoulder as she leaned back still within the tight embrace. "I'm not a lesbian," she explained.

"This isn't about that, Beth. You're my best friend, but I'm not in love with you, nitwit," Tink sniped, more irritated that words failed her. She'd never been good with the touchy feely, not since she'd lost her wings. "I'm trying to share something with you. I know people have this ideal of having sex for the first time with someone they're in love with, but sometimes it's more important to be with someone you trust implicitly. You need to feel safe right now, not passionate."

"Tink," Bethany breathed, but no argument surfaced for what her friend said.

"Look, I'm here, I'm offering, and that will stand as long as you want it to. The wine is right there if you need some courage, but damn, Beth, you're fucking hot. Do you know that? I know you keep yourself covered up most of the time, but you're gorgeous. When you run around here during moving nights with nothing but those tiny white booty shorts and a tank top, I have to force myself not to stare at you because I am very attracted to the female form.

"If you don't like something, just say so and I'll stop, but you're gorgeous and I'd be a fool not to want you. Not to mention, I really don't want you to go another minute without an orgasm. That is just… you really need an orgasm," Tink ribbed her lightly, ducking low to see Bethany's bashful smile. "It's up to you."

Bethany raised her chin slowly and met her friend's eyes. Tink touched her cheek again, caressing her cheekbone with her thumb. Beth leaned forward, and Tink met her halfway, touching their lips together experimentally. Beth pulled back and touched three fingers to her lips, heat flushing her cheeks.

"Good?" Tink checked, unable to read the reserved woman's reactions in that moment.

"I used to be homophobic, and I've just shared my first kiss with a woman," Bethany explained with a chuckle. Tinker Bell smiled at the lightness in her friend's face. She actually looked her age in that moment instead of Regina's.

"I'm going to kiss you again," Tink informed her a little more forcefully and tipped Bethany's face upward to meet her lips. Beth stood a few inches taller than her, which meant she'd not moved far. She sighed harshly through her nose as Tink pressed their lips together firmly, holding them in place until she adjusted, and then moved against her gently. Fingers dug into her arms as Bethany allowed the new emotions and physical sensations to wash over her. She responded to the kiss in a moment, fumbling to match Tink's rhythm. They broke apart to giggle.

"Sorry," Bethany muttered and touched her mouth again.

"It's okay," Tink assured her, tucking her hair behind an ear lovingly. "Come here." She led them back to the sofa and sat down. When Bethany hesitated, she reached forward and snagged the back of her knee, placing it beside her thigh. Beth understood and hiked her skirt up as she straddled her friend who rubbed her legs up and down slowly and tipped her head for another kiss.

Bethany obliged and settled her weight atop the former fairy, growing more comfortable with each second. She never blinked or broke the kiss when Tink slipped her thumbs beneath the shoulders of her blazer and let the article fall to the floor. Bethany pulled back with a sharp gasp when Tink's hands slid over her breasts.

"You okay?" Tink whispered.

Bethany swallowed and nodded. "Do you want to touch mine first?" She contemplated the question for a long moment. "I've never seen someone so indecisive about touching this rockin' rack," Tink teased, getting small smile. She wriggle her shirt up her torso and pulled it over her head, exposing herself more than her friend to set her at ease.

Tentatively, Bethany set her palms atop the firm mounds, a lovely handful. Tink squeezed her thighs encouragingly and then covered the hands on her breasts, urging her to squeeze and knead them. She sighed lightly, enjoying the attention. It'd been a while for her. She'd been far too busy keeping the diner together to even think about dating. She grinned up at Bethany, inspiring a small one on the virgin's face.

"You may touch me, Tink," she granted.

Tink grinned and tugged at her shirt until it pulled free of her skirt. Her hands slipped beneath to caress the soft skin and thin torso, her ribs, her back. Apparently comfortable with the contact, Bethany leaned forward again and captured her lips. A thousand emotions surfaced but none lingered long enough to acknowledge. It'd taken a few minutes, but finally that familiar tingle at the apex of her thighs appeared when Tink popped the bottom button of her blouse. She accepted it easily, she'd felt it a thousand times, knew what it indicated but had never been in a position to relieve it before now… with Tinker Bell of all people.

She smiled, breaking the now heated kiss to gaze down at her soon-to-be lover as she undid the last button and opened her shirt. "What?" Tink asked softly, her gruffness slipping away with her inexperienced but comfortable attention. "Are you okay?" She prodded when Bethany refused to answer.

"Yes," Bethany answered quickly, afraid the wonderful sensations might have stopped. "I just…" Her chin tucked into her chest, trying to hide her expression, but Tink wrapped her arms around her hips as she leaned forward and grinned cheekily at the former princess.

"You can say no whenever you want. It doesn't have to be more than what it is right now," Tink assured her and pressed a kiss to her sternum. Bethany gasped, arms wrapping around her friend's head and shoulder as the new sensations greeted her.

"But you need this, too," Bethany whispered. Tink tipped her head backwards and blinked up at her. "I can see it in your eyes."

"Beth, this is not an elaborate scheme to take your v-card or get sex. If I just wanted to get laid, I'd go to The Rabbit Hole, like I've done half a dozen times before, and take care of it. You're different. I really care about you, okay. If this is going to ruin our friendship, let's just stop now, but I really want to do this for you." Tink fidgeted, uncomfortable with the gushing of sentimentality.

"Will it happen again? If we both wanted it to?" Beth asked shyly.

"I guess that depends on how awkward it is in the morning," the waitress joked, and Beth smiled.

"I'm just nervous, Tink. You're very experienced and what this world calls Pansexual, all fairies are. You've been with Regina, and I know she is a very talented lover. And…" Bethany paused when Tinker Belle laughed out loud.

"Oh, honey, Regina was not an experienced lover when we were together. She was very young. I was only the second lover of her choosing, and she was an anxious thing back then." Tink laughed again. That'd been another lifetime ago, literally.

Making a point, Tink pushed her shirt over her shoulders and tugged at the cuffs on her wrists. "Forget my past lovers, Starchy. Sex is different with each new person, which means I'm going to take my time and figure out how your body works, and if you had ten lovers before me, I'd still do this the same way. Anyone who isn't willing to slow it down and talk to your body will not be worth the wasted effort of getting hot and sweaty. You'll just end up in a cold shower fingering yourself into an angry orgasm because you were stupid enough to let him or her try."

Bethany grabbed the back of her neck and smashed their lips together in a heated kiss. She recognized Tink's distraction tactics immediately. Tink loved her. No, it wasn't necessarily romantic, but she felt safe and comfortable… and aroused instead of guilty. She moaned when Tink leaned forward and hugged her tightly, pressing their bare torsos together, flesh upon flesh. Her eyes flew open at the unexpected reaction.

Tink only smirked smugly and lowered her mouth to Bethany's chest. The woman was fucking gorgeous. Same feminine figure as Belle, only slightly taller. Toned but not muscular. Pale but not ashen. She ran a tongue over a freckle she found at the top of the valley between her breasts. Nerves and arousal pushed the chest further into her face with each increasingly ragged pant. Either Bethany edged on the verge of a total panic attack or an orgasm.

"Good, Starchy?" She tossed out as she moved across her chest.

"Tink?"

"Hmm?" She answered without raising her lips from the swell of Bethany's breast.

"What if you think I look too weird to… touch?" Ah. That tidbit they'd not discussed.

Tink reached up and held the side of her neck lightly. "Trust me?" She asked cryptically. Beth nodded in short quick bursts. Tink smiled and then slipped her other hand between them, trailing the back of her knuckles along a creamy thigh. She paused for a moment when she reached the crease of her hip and then brushed her thumb over the damp fabric covering her slit. Bethany gasped at first and then inhaled in a high-pitch noise that told Tink all she needed to know when she applied a bit of pressure to the little bump at the top of her slit. Bethany was a screamer waiting to be unleashed.

"If I think it's weird, there are other places to look," she said, pointing out the fact they'd maintained an intense eye contact for the entire moment. It wasn't the sentimental reassurance she'd expected – false promises of no opinions about her body – but it was very Tinker Bell, and that comforted her more. Honesty meant more in that moment than anything else; it made their trust stronger.

Without waiting for instruction or a larger reaction, the former fairy moved both hands to her back and manipulated the snaps of her bra. Bethany sighed contentedly as her breasts released and shucked the fabric that now only felt more like a hindrance than a shield. Tink licked her lips and stared. The French women were certainly blessed in the chest. No wonder Ruby went straight up stupid for her lover more often than not by just the sight of her entering a room.

Bethany flushed under the yearning gaze. "Are they okay?" Tink nodded dumbly at the sight before her. Bethany French glowing and wanting, light brown hair framing her face and enhancing the smoky gaze in her wide blue eyes, big brown nipples hard and wrinkled, every inched of her begging to be touched.

"You're fucking gorgeous, my friend," Tink declared with enough conviction to bypass another round of blushing from her friend and slide straight into belief and lust. She wrapped both arms around Beth's waist, holding her stomach against her chest snugly and tentatively swiped her tongue over a taut nipple. Bethany gasped in a high pitch as her hips jerked forward, and Tink grinned.

"I like that," Bethany said playfully and buried her fingers in strawberry blonde hair, drawing her mouth to her breast again.

Tink took the weight of the other one in her hand and groaned. "Beth, your tits are amazing. I could spend an hour sucking on these and still want more. Fuck," Tink exclaimed a second before she took as much supple flesh into her mouth as possible. She sucked hard, flicking her tongue over one nipple and rolling the other in her fingers. She forgot to be gentle and take everything slowly, but the sounds flowing from Bethany's mouth encouraged the more passionate behavior.

She pulled her skirt higher until it bunched around her hips and pushed her crotch into her friend's stomach, seeking more stimulation to alleviate the burning pressure in her lower stomach. Tink moved her free hand back to that wet spot and slipped her thumb between the ruined cotton and her friend's slicked folds. High pitched moans echoed off the brick walls. Tink dipped the pad of her thumb into the abundance of moisture without penetrating her and lightly rubbed her clit.

Bethany went silent and stilled after a few seconds of the intense stimulation, all but her hips jerking every few seconds. All at once, she came to life with soft cry of pleasure and collapsed forward onto her friend. Tink reluctantly released the breast in her mouth and wrapped both arms around her friend's back. Bethany giggled – Giggled? – into her shoulder. Hey, whatever her body told her to do, Tink reasoned and chuckled.

"Feeling good, princess?" Bethany nodded. "Do you want to stop or keep going? I promised you an orgasm, and I've done that. It's your call."

Bethany raised up on shaking hands pressed into the back of the couch. "I want to see your body," she said shyly and slipped off the sofa, reaching for Tink's hand. "I want to feel you inside of me."

"Fuck, Beth," Tink exclaimed and stumbled behind the now excited woman. "You're going to rock the dirty talk when you finally figure out what it is."

"Shut up," Beth snapped and pulled her friend into a heated kiss, giving all the consent Tink needed – to caress her sides, squeeze the globes of her ass, to break the kiss to take a nipple in her mouth. These women needed to breed as much as possible, keep their gene pools going. Her back hit the bookcase beside Bethany's room, knocking the air from her lungs and novels from their home. Fingers slipped into hers, holding her hands above her head as a mouth sucked at her neck. Tink moaned at the delicious attention, and then they moved again to the rhythm of Bethany's desire.

Bethany reached for her belt when they reached the room after stumbling around kisses. Tink pushed her onto the bed and took a step back to reveal her body one piece at a time. Once completely bare, she stepped towards the bed and stood between Bethany's knees. The princess traced a jagged scar along her side and blinked up at her in question.

"Neverland was a rough place," she explained with a shrug. They were both fighters, survivors.

Rather than respond verbally, Bethany kissed the skin between her smaller breasts first and then covered the scar with soft, wet love. She stood, then, and unzipped her skirt, kicking it away as she stepped out of it. Tink reached for her panties. Bethany's hands covered hers, holding them tightly against her hips. "Not yet," she said with a flicker of insecurity, and Tink nodded understandingly.

"When you're ready," she reinforced that idea. Bethany must have been scared out of her mind despite her obvious arousal. She needed to put her at ease before they continued. She pushed on her hips, urging Bethany to the bed once more, and followed her on hands and knees until she hover over her friend in the center of the luscious mattress. Gingerly, Tink lowered her body, settling her hips between Bethany's.

"I'm not too heavy?" She checked in, distracted by the combination of heat at their hips, Bethany's larger breasts dipping beneath hers.

"You have gained weight," Bethany joked, and Tink glared.

"No more peanut butter pie for you. I'm on a diet," she retaliated.

Bethany's eyes widened comically as she touched Tink's cheek. "No, no, I'm sorry. You're the perfect weight," she rectified quickly, mortified at the thought of going without the decadent dessert. Her hands wandered down the woman's body, praising it with touch. When that only worked minutely, she raised her head from the bed and caught her friend's lips, sparking a heated duel of tongue and teeth.

Finally, Tinker Bell responded and pressed her into the mattress, holding weight on her elbows as she smoothed her hair with both hands. She rolled her hips experimentally, and Bethany moaned into her mouth. Repeating the movement hesitantly at first, she started a slow rhythm that made the inexperienced woman grabbed at her back, her shoulders, her hair… searching for an anchor.

"Ready?" Tink whispered. Bethany nodded, eyes hazy and lustful. Tink kissed her once more on the lips and then licked and nipped her jaw, her neck. She swirled her tongue over the pulse thundering at Bethany's throat, bit it lightly. Bethany squirmed, all scraping nails and breathy sighs.

"Tink," came an unreadable moan. Tink jumped back, searching her face intently in a slight panic. Bethany chuckled and touched her face. "It feels good," she clarified. Tink smiled roguishly and continued on to her breasts, giving them both equal amounts of attention that drove Bethany wild all over again. She had really sensitive breasts.

Finally, she knelt between her legs. Bethany grabbed at the blankets anxiously. Her wide blue eyes followed every movement as if her fingers were razor blades. Tink kissed the inside of each knee, massaged her calves. "Just let me know if you don't like something. This is about making you feel good, okay?"

Bethany nodded, trusting her friend far more than she ever thought she'd trust anyone. Tink hooked her fingers around the fabric at her hips and held her friend's gaze as she pulled them down her legs. Bethany's breath hitched when she tossed them carelessly over her shoulder, legs jumping like she wanted to close them but Tink's body hindered the movement.

"Am I horribly disfigured?" She asked in the voice of a small child, knowing Tink would tell her the truth no matter how much it hurt.

With a deep breath through her nose and out her mouth, the former fairy allowed her eyes to touch Bethany's biggest source of insecurity and shame. It looked different. There'd obviously been an operation of some sort performed on the outer lips which attached to the skin now, spreading her open permanently. Everything else looked normal.

"You're beautiful, Beth. You can tell something's been done to it because your spread open, but Addi and Eva did a really good job," she admitted honestly, not bothering to shy away from the difficult subject or cover it up with sentimental blubbering. She raised to her a knee and planted her foot on the bed, straddling one thigh so Beth could see her. "See mine?" Hunching over slightly to see, she spread the outer labia and held it back. "This is what yours looks like, but other than that, everything looks like it should." She dropped to her knees again and rubbed the insides of Beth's thighs. "Are you okay or do you need a screw driver?"

"Screw driver?" Bethany snapped, confused.

"To tighten your jaw. You know what, never mind. That was far too weak to be considered mine. You want me to eat your pussy and finger you into oblivion or not?" Tink laid it out bluntly, reaching her limit of coddling for that night.

"You still want to?" Bethany seemed surprised.

Tink shrugged. "You're still hot. I'm still horny, and technically, you're still a virgin."

Bethany nodded and spread her knees a little wider. Tink grinned wickedly and laid flat on her stomach and then waited until Bethany situated herself on her elbows to watch before she released a slow breath over her exposed flesh. Beth gasped, chest dipping with the effort. Tentatively, Tink stiffened her tongue and dipped the tip inside of her before brushing it in one careful arc to her clit, which seemed smaller than usual but just as sensitive.

"My gods," Beth breathed as her head dropped between her shoulders.

Coating her tongue liberally with spit, Tink danced around the bundle of nerves, slipped into the liquid heat a little lower submerging her taste buds in the essence of her friend. She moaned, stilling her tongue for a moment to enjoy the musk and flavor never before exposed to the world, something uniquely Bethany French. A little thrill shot through her, knowing she pioneered this woman's sex life. Beth was an amazing woman, a woman she loved deeply, and to do this for her meant more than Tink realized until this moment. It was an honor.

"Tink?" Beth called down to her, blue eyes sharp and aware even in the haze of endorphins flooding her system.

The former fairy pulled back and cleared her throat. "You taste really good," she mumbled, embarrassed by the softer emotions rising to her surface. "I don't want to screw this up. I don't want to hurt you more than you already are."

"You're not going to hurt me, Sweetheart," Bethany whispered and cupped her cheek. "I want this. I'm glad it's you because this would be a very awkward conversation with Belle or Ruby or Granny." They giggled at that. "I don't trust anyone else implicitly." Tink lowered her gaze to Beth's navel and sighed deeply.

"I'm not made of glass. I'm not going to shatter. Something horrible happened to me, and I'm moving on. If I need to stop, I will stop you. If I need to change something, I will ask. I'm not a helpless child who cannot speak up for herself, Tink. Do not insult me by treating me as such. I'm very thankful that you're behaving so tenderly, but I'm also a woman who is asking you to make love to her like a woman, not a victim."

A smirk spread slowly on Tink's lips. "There's my feisty girl," she teased, and Bethany rolled her eyes.

Tink dove back in without warning, and a sharp cry tore from her friend's throat as a firm tongue stroked her clit confidently. A hand buried in blonde hair, tugging and pulling accordingly as heat flushed a heaving chest and expanded in her stomach. With a gentle tug of suction, Bethany came undone with a loud, throaty cry and jerked on her hair until Tink slid up her body and fell onto her lips. Bethany hummed at the taste of her own juices on the woman's mouth mingling with the tang of wine and flicked her tongue over Tink's, surprising both of them with the boldness.

"I want you inside of me," she breathed into Tink's mouth.

The former fairy obliged, coating her fingers in the abundance of wetness before slipping one finger slowly into Bethany's still rippling muscles, taking a second to find the angle of her hips. Every woman was different. She met resistance just over hallway in and froze, breaking the kiss. "That's an impressive hymen you have there. Want me to bust that shit or leave it for now?" It was going to hurt. She'd never been penetrated before and led a pampered life as a princess, unable to ride horses or other strenuous activity due to the state of her genitals. The hymen hadn't thinned over the years as it usually had for most women.

Bethany snorted at the crudeness of the statement. Only Tink could have made that question into a joke that set her at ease despite the gravity of the situation. "Take it," she answered confidently.

"Okay, hold on," Tink scrambled from the bed but returned so quickly that Bethany barely registered the abrupt absence. "Raise your hips." A towel slipped beneath her and then Tink laid on her side once more, taking weight on her elbow and forearm. "It's going to sting a bit, and it might bleed a little. It's normal."

Bethany nodded. "I'm aware."

"And just so you know, I'm not taking anything. This is about what you want to give. This is your body, and you're in control of it."

"Tinker Bell, are you always this chatty during sex? I'm enjoying the vacillation of arousal, dear, but I do hope you intend to end this state of being in the near future."

Tink rolled her eyes at the haughty tone and lowered her mouth to a straining nipple. She distracted her friend with the firm suction and teasing flicks of her tongue as she slowly worked two fingers into Beth's tight, velvet walls. She'd never felt anyone so tight, but the former princess had gone 20 years without the ability to insert anything into her vagina. Rage built in her chest, but she somehow managed to ignore it while she fingered the slick walls slowly and lavished those amazing breasts with all the attention they'd deserved her entire life.

"Tink," Beth breathed, losing herself in the sensations, her body on the cusp of explosion.

Then, only then, she thrust upward quickly, busting the thin layer of skin. Nails dug into her back, a soft cry filled the air. She held her hand perfectly still and sucked at Bethany's nipple softly, feeling the urge to make amends for the pain she'd just caused. The urge to cry filled her, and she threw the heady emotions into the attention she offered, brushing a thumb over her clit, nipping at the skin around her nipples.

"I'm okay," Bethany comforted her friend and pulled her up for a kiss. "Tink, I'm okay." She rolled her hips, wincing slightly at the burn. It was fine. "Tinker Bell, if you do not move your fingers in two seconds, I'm slapping you silly," she threatened.

Tink kissed her roughly, effectively shutting her up. Her fingers, however, moved slowly. Bethany's body was already so charged that a few brushes over the ribbed bundle of nerves within, and she came undone again. The sensations weren't mind-blowing or earth-shattering, but she took a moment to hold her friend closely and blink at the ceiling, settling into the pleasure and vulnerability of it all. Tink kissed her chastely one last time and then moved to her hips to clean the blood from her fingers and Bethany.

The former princess touched her thigh. "I'd like to return the favor," she admitted hesitantly, unable to read her friend's mood.

"Maybe in the morning," Tink said. "I think… Can I just hold you for a while? I don't have to stay the whole night. I know you're weird about your space."

"I'm not certain I wish to be alone tonight," Bethany confessed, her own emotions running rampant. It wasn't romantic love swelling in her chest, but they had created a certain intimacy that left her feeling exposed and in need of reassurance… and sleepy.

Tink nodded and carefully set the towel on the floor as Bethany wiggled to the head of the bed. Ever the control freak, Bethany opened her arms and accepted Tink's weight against her side and chest, pulling the blankets over them. Her heart slowed gradually beneath her ear, and Tink pressed a kiss to the swell of her breast and tightened her arm around Bethany's waist.

"Thank you," Bethany whispered against her hair, already sounding half-asleep and completely unaware of the deeper emotions swirling in her friend's chest. This was the reason she'd fought so hard to be a fairy, fought for Regina so long ago. She wanted to heal broken people, to help them find their way. Bethany gave that back to her this night as much as she'd given her friend the confidence she needed to start her dating and sexual life.

"You're welcome," she answered in the same soft tone and closed her eyes. A grin spread slowly. "Does this mean that at least one of the bridesmaids has chosen a wolfs-woman to sleep with?"

"Considering I only have you, Regina, and Lauren from which to choose, I really see no other option," Bethany shut her down nonchalantly, and Tink smacked her ribs lightly. The former princess grinned against her hair and relaxed even more into the mattress, into the moment of happiness they'd created. They'd not ruined their friendship. It still felt easy. "Will you make stuffed French toast in the morning?"

"No. You called me fat," Tink groused, burrowing further into her chest. Bethany laughed out loud. The waitress growled. "Plus, not all of us can eat like you do and stay tiny. Where do you put it?"

"My breasts, apparently," Bethany muttered.

Tink snickered. "I can't dispute that claim, princess."

The younger woman nuzzled blonde hair and scratched lightly at the back of her friend's scalp. "Go to sleep, Sweetheart." It went unspoken that she intended to watch over her friend until she slept peacefully. Tink had become far more emotional about what transpired between them that night than Bethany.

"You sure you're okay?" Tink checked again.

"I'm fine. It burns a little, but clearly I am not an emotional disaster. It all feels very scientific right now. Ask again in the morning." Beth rested her cheek on blonde hair and hummed. Tink settled. And they fell asleep in the safety and comfort of a trusting embrace.