Apologies for any typos!
Crawling into bed on Monday night, Bette noted Tina wincing as she rubbed her neck.
Bette's brows furrowed. "What's wrong? Is your neck sore?"
Tina made a face, laughing a little. "I think it's just from sleeping in that weird position on the plane. It's not that you're not comfortable—it's just that I'm old."
Bette chuckled softly. "Okay, you are not old. But here." She pulled back the blankets and patted the center of the mattress. "Lie down. I'll give you a massage."
"Mmm," Tina vocalized in appreciation, immediately moving to lie on her stomach, eyes shut, trusting Bette to take care of her.
Bette smiled as she moved to get on her knees, placing one bent leg on either side of Tina's hips, straddling her torso. She brought her hands down to gently rub tense shoulders.
Tina moaned instantaneously at the sensation. God, she had missed Bette's magical hands—nothing else compared. Then, she blushed a little, embarrassed by her vocality. "Sorry."
At the sound of Tina's moan, Bette had felt her core clench unconsciously. Her voice low, tight with desire, she reassured, "Please don't be sorry." She gently ghosted her fingers down Tina's spine.
A thin t-shirt separated their skin, but still, Tina felt goosebumps line her skin at the feeling.
They were quiet for a few minutes while Bette worked her hands deeper into the knots, eager to make Tina feel good.
Then: "Here." Tina sat up enough to pull off her shirt and offer Bette a little more room. Instantly, she felt Bette's hands instantly caressing her bare skin—even before she lay back down.
Offered Tina's back—a sight she had always loved, but especially after so long—Bette sucked in a breath. She ran her hands over the contours—ribcage, waist, hips, her thumbs kneading muscle. "You have the softest skin."
Relaxing deeper into the mattress, Tina halfheartedly argued, "You do." All her discomfort was quickly melting away—leaving in its wake only a sense of relaxation and the steady desire she always felt in Bette's company.
Bette moved her hands over Tina's shoulders, her neck, down her spine and ribcage, worshipping every inch of her back, wanting to loosen every tight muscle she could.
When she brought her hands up to knead the tender skin at the nape of the blonde's neck, Tina groaned in pleasure.
"Mmm, Bette. That feels so good."
Bette smiled as she ran her hands over Tina's arms and then down her spine, listening to Tina's somehow erotic slow breathing.
Tina exhaled a long breath. "You want to go out tomorrow night? There's this fun gay bar I think you'd like."
Bette's hands continued to glide easily up the length of Tina's back. "Sure! Sounds fun." She leaned down and brushed her lips against Tina's shoulder.
At the feeling of hot breath against her skin, Tina opened her eyes and was met with the most beautiful shade of brown she'd ever seen.
"You know I'll never pass up the chance to dance with you," Bette whispered.
Tina grinned back, and then her mouth fell open as Bette continued peppering the skin of her upper back with kisses as her thumbs rubbed along her naked ribcage. As thick hair tickled Tina's shoulders, she shivered at the feeling of the three sensations.
"Bette..." Tina breathed, as she felt her body warm and the pit of her stomach begin to tingle.
"Mm?" Bette asked against Tina's skin, sending vibrations through her. "You good?" she asked, not stopping her ministrations.
"Yeah," Tina exhaled— nearly moaned— in approval. "More than good."
Bette smiled, giving her scapula a playful nip. "Good."
Bette continued pleasuring in the feel of Tina's soft skin, and Tina continued delighting in the feel of Bette, until after a few minutes, Bette felt Tina's hand on her thigh.
Bette paused her movements, meeting Tina's eye.
Tina bit her lip. "Come here."
Bette lay down as Tina shifted, turning from her back to her side to face Bette straight-on.
Immediately, Tina leaned in, bringing her hand up to Bette's face, tucking a brown strand behind her ear.
Bette melted at the touch, her heart taking off in her chest.
Tina gingerly brought her lips to her Bette's, both their mouths immediately opening. Tina lifted Bette's tank top over her head, eager to feel more of her.
Bette threw her top somewhere behind them, her hand on Tina's hip. She pulled the blonde closer and, when their breasts rubbed together, she groaned, feeling like she might combust at the feel of Tina's hot skin against hers.
"You know," Tina admitted, a little amused, "I think I've had more sex with you in the last three days than I had in total in the three years we were apart."
Bette tongued the skin of her neck, her palm caressing Tina's toned thigh. "It's never been the same with anyone else," she agreed.
And so that was how they spent the night: skin-to-skin, bodies pressed tight, making up for lost time.