During their fifth week of couple's therapy, Bette and Tina focus on expressing their desire for each other in different ways.
"A couple weeks ago, you two practiced expressing your love for each other in a multitude of ways," Dr. Coleman reminded her patients.
Bette and Tina nodded, thinking back to their conversation with the therapist about the five love languages.
"This week," Dr. Coleman continued, "I want you to try something similar with desire. Spend the next few days expressing your desire for each other in multiple different ways." She paused. Then: "I've talked to you before about the benefits of scheduling sex—at least sometimes—and how, for many people, the best sex is actually anticipated as opposed to spontaneous."
"Why is that?" Tina asked.
"Well, there are a few reasons. First of all, it allows couples to actually make time for sex within their schedules—which is especially important when professional or familial engagements are taking up the majority of their waking hours. It serves as a mutual commitment to prioritize spending time together. For other couples, it's productive because it gives them time to prepare physically and mentally," the therapist explained. "And, for others, the build-up itself is powerful. The actual experience becomes more pleasurable and forges a stronger connection because both partners have looked forward to it all week."
Bette and Tina nodded in understanding.
"From what I can tell, you two currently have a functional and active sex life," Dr. Coleman noted, "so think of this assignment as a way to, first and foremost, practice your verbal communication. And, second, think of it as a way to extend your experience of sex. It's a way to bring back the excitement of a young relationship."
"It combats the ennui," Bette added knowingly, repeating the therapist's beloved phrase.
"Correct," Dr. Coleman confirmed. "And, in a long-term relationship, that can be a very powerful thing."
"Bette?" The next morning, Tina paused as she passed their bathroom, eyes on the shower's frosted glass door. "They need me on set, so I have to go."
Bette pushed the shower door open, just enough to pop her head out and meet hazel eyes.
Tina watched the way the steam billowed out in front of her, the way tan skin puckered with goosebumps at the shock of cool air.
Bette wiped away some shampoo lather that threatened to drip down her forehead. "Will you be home for dinner?"
Tina made a face. "It's going to be a late night. I probably won't be home until you're asleep." She took a few steps forward, leaning in for a quick goodbye kiss.
Bette met her in the middle. "Love you."
Tina offered her an adoring smile before turning back toward the door, needing to hurry to set.
Bette returned to her hot shower.
As she was walking out, Tina paused at their sinks—just long enough to trace a heart on the fogged-up mirror. Making her way out of the bathroom, she shut the door behind her, wanting to allow Bette to bask in the room's steamy heat. "Love you!"
A few hours later, Tina looked up at the sound of an assistant knocking on her open office door.
"Hey. Tina?"
"Hi, Max." Tina warmly greeted the young man. "Come on in."
"Hi." As he walked in, he gestured toward the vase of flowers in his hand. "Someone sent these for you."
Tina reached out, accepting the flowers with a smile. "Oh. Thank you."
As Max exited, Tina opened the accompanying envelope, reading the card.
Hi. You're beautiful.
Love,
Bette
That night—long after midnight—Tina tiptoed into their bedroom, quickly changing into her pajamas and quietly brushing her teeth to avoid waking up Bette.
A few minutes later, crawling into bed, she wrapped her arm around a toned waist, pulling Bette close. She molded her body around the taller woman's: thighs pressed to backs-of-thighs, knees pressed to backs-of-knees, breasts and abdomen pressed to a strong back. Her fingertips brushed over a bare strip of skin, hot to the touch.
Half-asleep, Bette let out a low hum of approval, resting her arm on top of Tina's to silently encourage her to stay close. "You're so warm," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
Tina smiled softly. "So are you." Settling in for sleep, she burrowed her head into the pillow, inhaling the delicious scent of loose curls. "How was your evening?"
"It was good." Brown eyes still shut, Bette's lips curled up. "Even better now."
Tina pressed a kiss to the nape of Bette's neck, then exhaled a long breath. "Mine, too."
As they got ready for work the next morning, Tina strode downstairs to make herself tea, and she smiled when she spotted a sealed thermos already waiting for her on the dining room table.
Following the scent of freshly-brewed coffee in the kitchen, she walked up to Bette and wrapped her arms around her from behind, resting her cheek against a strong scapula.
Instantly welcoming the touch, Bette hummed in approval, leaning back against Tina's body and caressing the freckled arms that encircled her abdomen. "Hi."
Tina pressed an affectionate kiss to her shoulder blade. "Did you sleep okay?"
Bette nodded. "Like a baby." Turning around in Tina's arms, she lifted her hand to gingerly tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "You?"
Tina nodded. "Yeah. I dreamed about you." She felt her cheeks redden, instantly giving her away.
"Oh?" Bette teased, immediately picking up on the fact that the dream had been . . . romantic, at the very least. She leaned back a little to get a better look at Tina's face. "What exactly happened in this dream?"
Tina's lips quirked up. "It started kind of like this, actually," she began, her voice low. Her hands on the small of Bette's back, she pulled her closer as she tilted her head back to meet full lips. "We were wearing a lot less clothes, though."
Her hand cupping a flushed cheek, Bette eagerly kissed back. She ran her palm over the curve of Tina's waist, keeping their bodies close.
And then her breath shuddered out, lips parting, which Tina instantly took advantage of, her tongue moving into Bette's mouth, softly brushing hers.
Relishing in how soft Tina was, and how gentle her small movements, Bette moaned at the taste of her, arm tightening around her back, insisting on continued contact.
A minute later, breathless, Tina pulled back a little, smiling when she saw Bette's drunken expression. "I don't know how this is supposed to hold me over until Thursday."
"Me neither," Bette murmured, pulling Tina in for another long kiss.
And, this time, it was Tina who couldn't hold back her groan, her hand on Bette's waist, shivering at the feeling of that warm body pressed up against hers.
Fighting every instinct to move faster, Bette fisted the fabric of the blonde's shirt, not wanting to let herself get carried away. "Tina . . ." She pulled back a little, needing to catch her breath.
But Tina didn't let her get far. She held Bette close, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down her neck. "You're so hot," she breathed.
"Oh, god," Bette panted. She could feel her heartbeat coming faster, faster…
Tina grinned, mouthing her way back up Bette's neck, toward her lips, shuddering when the brunette captured her bottom lip between hers.
And, then, after another minute, recognizing that they had to slow down—that Tina had to get to work and that they both had to rein in their want for another few days—Bette lessened the intensity of their kiss, allowed for a little space between them. Bringing her thumb up to Tina's face, she wiped away some lipstick that had smeared over her philtrum, smirking a little.
Tina's lip quirked up knowingly. "Do I need to reapply my lipstick?"
Bette chuckled. "You probably should."
Tina laughed. "I'll fix it in the car." Reaching for her thermos, she pressed her lips to Bette's one last time. "See you tonight."
That night, Bette got home late after having dinner with a local art collector.
Hearing the front door shut, Tina got up from the couch and strode toward the front hall. "Hey," she smiled at the sight of Bette's face. "How was dinner?"
"Good." Bette leaned in, pressing her lips to Tina's in a quick greeting. She lifted up a small takeaway box. "I brought you dessert."
Tina accepted the proffered box with an intrigued smile. "What is it?"
Bette began taking off her blazer now that she was in the warmth of the house. "Flourless chocolate cake, of course."
Tina's smile widened.
Taking a step forward, Bette pressed a kiss to Tina's cheek. "I know you."
"You do," Tina confirmed as they walked into the kitchen to grab a pair of forks.
Sitting on the couch together a minute later, Bette smiled as she watched Tina take a bite, immediately shutting her eyes in satisfaction. "Good?"
"So good." Then, as Bette took a forkful of her own, Tina asked, "So it went well with the collector?"
Bette nodded as she swallowed. "He was great. I'm starting to realize that the stereotype really does hold true—Canadians, as a whole, are so much nicer than Americans."
Tina laughed. "They are."
"They're more generous and a lot less suspicious," Bette mused. "It's interesting."
They were quiet for a minute, eating cake in companionable silence.
Then, Tina turned back to Bette. "Are you awake enough to watch a movie? They finally added that one you've been wanting to see to Hulu."
Halfway through the movie, Bette noted the way Tina's hand went up to rub at her neck, the way she winced at the pressure against the tender area. Bette frowned, feeling instantly protective, reaching for the remote and hitting PAUSE.
Tina turned to her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Your neck," Bette noted. "Are you okay?"
Tina waved off the concern. "I'm fine. Just spent too many hours standing today."
Bette pursed her lips. "Come here." She beckoned Tina closer and, familiar with this routine—what, after twenty-five years—Tina sat on the floor between Bette's legs, leaning her back against the foot of the couch.
She turned her head, fixing Bette with a soft smile. "You're so good to me."
"Hey, I'm not being selfless," Bette countered good-naturedly. "I'll just take any excuse to touch you this week."
Chuckling a little, Tina grabbed the remote and hit PLAY as Bette brought her hands up to the nape of her neck, thumbs pressed to her skin.
Tina couldn't help but moan softly at the sensation, and Bette instantly smirked at the sound. She started to work her hands deeper into the knots, unrelenting, as they continued to watch the drama play out on the television screen.
"Mmm," Tina breathed as Bette moved a little lower, hands moving over her shoulders.
Bette bit her lip, working to hold back her want. She ghosted her fingers down Tina's spine, wishing there wasn't a layer of fabric separating their skin.
Tina shivered at the sensation.
Bette kept pressure against Tina's back, kneading the muscles with strong thumbs.
As the movie ended, Bette leaned down, pressing her lips to a pink cheek.
Tina reached for the back of Bette's head, fingers knotting in loose curls, to silently encourage her to stay close.
Bette ducked her head, kissing the soft curve of Tina's jaw, the freckle on the side of her neck . . .
Tina exhaled a breathy sigh, and Bette's stomach lurched at the sound. "You know," she began, her lips at the shell of Tina's ear, "There are other places that I could massage you, too." She moved her hands to half-bare legs, slowly edging them up smooth inner thighs. "I've been told I'm good at that."
Tina shut her eyes, getting lost in the sensation of Bette's hands edging closer, closer. "You are good at that."
Bette chuckled, and Tina shivered as warm breath washed against her skin. Then, standing up, she moved to sit on the couch beside the brunette.
Immediately, Bette wrapped her arm around Tina, palm lightly rubbing over her back.
Tina smiled at her, full of love. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you: how do you think therapy's going?"
Bette was quiet for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "You know, I wasn't sure if it would be helpful, but I think it actually has been going really well." She reached out, tucking blonde hair behind Tina's ear. Her fingers ran over the curve of her jaw, not wanting to cease contact. "How about you?"
Tina nodded. "Yeah, I agree. I mean, I hoped that it would be helpful—that it would help us communicate better, and be more honest with each other—and I think it's done that. The funny thing, though, is that the therapist seems to think that we have this really long, complicated love story."
"I mean," Bette began, her tone playful, "don't we?"
"Well, objectively speaking, yes," Tina accepted.
"Yeah, objectively," Bette agreed. "But, from my perspective, it's really pretty simple. I've wanted to be with you since the moment I met you, and that's that."
"Right," Tina confirmed, her lip quirking up. "It boils down to the fact that we became obsessed with each other twenty-five years ago and then it just never ended."
At that, a smile bloomed on Bette's face. "Exactly."
Grinning back, Tina closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against Bette's, then sucking on a full bottom lip—something that made Bette shudder. She pressed a kiss to a bronze cheek and felt a strong hand clutch the back of her head, holding her close.
As they deepened the kiss, Bette's grip tightened on blonde hair, her other hand coming up to a soft waist.
Tina exhaled a shaky breath, her body beginning to buzz with want. "God, I missed this when we were apart."
Bette pulled back, her eyebrows furrowing with curiosity. "What—kissing me?"
Tina nodded. She wet her lips. Her voice was barely audible. "I could do it all day."
Bette swallowed. She could barely breathe with the way Tina was looking at her. All that love . . .
Then, wanting to be closer, Tina climbed over Bette's lap, straddling her lips.
And, immediately, Bette's palms found her waist, moving over her curves. Reaching for the dough of her ass, she pulled Tina tighter against her, capturing her lips in another kiss.
Finding the hem of the brunette's top, Tina flattened her palms against her bare spine, groaning at the way Bette pulled her in closer, those strong hands kneading.
Bette's mouth devoured the sound—and, god, those lips—her body thrumming with desire, consumed by the feeling of Tina's body heat, that insistent mouth against hers.
Tina moved her lips down to Bette's neck, dropping soft kisses down the column and then moving back up with more suction and teeth. Working her way back to full lips, she traced Bette's ribcage under her shirt, reveling in soft skin. She moved her hands up higher, palming breasts in her hands.
"God, Ti," Bette moaned as Tina's hands made contact with her nipples, her thumbs running over them with reverence. "Hold on. I want to touch you, too." She moved her hands up to Tina's lower back, her sides, and . . . Ah. She held those full breasts in her hands, pinching nipples as they hardened. Leaning in, she captured pink lips in another long kiss.
Tina groaned softly as she ground down against Bette's lap, unable to help herself, breath shuddering out against Bette's cheek.
"God, you're sexy." Bette stroked a freckled back, pulled the blonde even closer.
Hazel eyes fell shut as strong hands explored her body. She rolled her hips again, pressing her clit to Bette's stomach. "Fuck."
Bette pulled her in for another kiss—this time sloppier, messier, as they worked to catch their breaths. She grabbed for Tina's ass again, trying to pull the blonde more fully into her.
Tina was all for it: she ground down against her again, swallowing Bette's satisfied groan. She kept her hands on Bette's back, refusing to let her pull away. "Bette . . ." she moaned. "Can you feel how badly I want you?" She tried to keep her desire under control, but she was failing at it. She could feel herself getting carried away, but she couldn't stop. It felt too good.
"Mmm," Bette hummed. "Tina—"
Tina sucked on the warm skin at Bette's neck.
"Wait," Bette exhaled, a little breathless. She pulled back and met hazel eyes.
It took everything she had, but Tina managed to stop grinding down against Bette.
"We're supposed to try 'anticipated sex' this week," Bette offered, a reminder for them both. "So we should . . . stop, right? Before I'm too far gone."
Tina bit the inside of her cheek, deflating a little. "You're right. We should stop."
Bette made a face, smiling a little. "I was kind of hoping you'd argue."
Tina smiled back. "I want to." Reclaiming her limbs, she moved to sit beside Bette again.
"I, um . . ." Bette shook her head, suddenly feeling a little adolescent. "I think I need to take a cold shower."
"I should, too," Tina laughed. "And not with you."
Bette nodded. "You and me, naked, in the shower, would definitely be a bad idea." The mere thought made a shiver of desire run up her spine.
"It's only for a few more days," Tina reminded her.
On Day 6—on the morning of their long-anticipated evening—Tina had to wake up early for work. Tiptoeing toward the kitchen so as not to wake Bette, she heated up water for tea and made a quick breakfast.
Before leaving, she left a Post-It on the fridge where she knew Bette would see it:
Love you. Can't wait for tonight.
Getting ready for dinner that night, Tina stood in front of the full-length mirror, considering her outfit before striding into the bedroom for Bette's opinion. "Do I look okay?"
Bette turned toward the sound of Tina's voice, brown eyes instinctively raking down her body. Then, she refocused on the blonde's face, taking in her unsure expression. "You're joking."
Immediately recognizing the disbelief in Bette's voice—as though the very idea that she might not look okay was absurd—Tina smiled.
Her expression rife with desire, Bette strode over, her palms coming to rest on Tina's soft waist. "You look hot," she vowed, leaning in for a soft kiss, careful not to smudge the blonde's lipstick.
Tina lifted her hand to Bette's back, forcing her body closer, breasts pressed against hers. "So do you," she murmured, pressing their lips together once more.
Pulling away a minute later, Bette's eyes caressed Tina's face. "For me, you're always going to be the most breathtaking woman on the planet."
Tina's cheeks flushed. "For me, too."
"So, yes, you look okay—but, also, that's the world's biggest understatement."
Tina laughed, kissing full lips again. "I love you." She kissed a line up Bette's jaw, smiling at the sound of Bette's breath shuddering out. Her lips at the shell of a bronze ear, Tina lowered her voice, and it came out husky. "And I can't wait to show you how much when we get home."
As they drove back from dinner that night, Bette looked over at Tina sitting in the passenger's seat, her eyes on the road.
Bette smiled softly, palm falling to Tina's bare knee.
Tina turned her head, eyes running lovingly over Bette's features.
Tucking her hand beneath Tina's dress, Bette caressed a freshly-shaved leg, working her way toward her inner thigh.
Tina spread her legs to give Bette more room.
Biting her bottom lip, Bette's hand edged higher, higher—high enough for her middle finger to run over Tina's clit, the touch feather-light.
Tina's breath hitched at the contact.
Bette's lips curled up as her finger continued to move over the area, ever so gently.
Tina lifted her hand to Bette's hair, fingers running through soft curls. Her eyes moved over her face, savoring her beauty.
Continuing her ministrations—still barely making contact—Bette felt the way Tina instinctively squeezed her thighs together, eager for more pressure. Braking for a stoplight, Bette turned her head to the blonde. "In case I haven't told you lately," she began, "you should know: I am unbelievably attracted to you."
Tina dimpled. "That's good, because I feel the same way." She dropped her hand to Bette's leg. Thumbing her skin through the silky fabric of her pants, she slowly moved up a strong thigh, watching in amusement as Bette worked to keep her attention on the road in front of them.
As they walked into their bedroom twenty minutes later, Tina didn't waste a second before reaching for Bette and pulling her face to hers. Instantly, their lips were pressed hard, their mouths opening to try to swallow more of each other, to try to swallow as much as they could.
And—after nearly a week of no sex, of wanting each other so badly but not being able to act on it—Bette didn't even try to swallow the moan that bubbled up in her throat. Her arms wrapped around Tina's back, and she pushed Tina up against the wall, bodies pressed tight.
Delighting in the feel of Bette's curves, the thigh that had found its way between hers, Tina brought her lips to move over a sharp jawline, down the hollow of a throat.
"Tina . . ." Bette groaned.
Tina felt her abdomen flutter at the way Bette said her name—so desperate and full of need. Bringing her hands up to a white collar, she began unbuttoning Bette's shirt, eager to feel that smooth skin against her.
Bette reached for the hem of Tina's dress, pulling it up and over her head. Tossing it to the side, her eyes fixed hungrily to a matching set—full breasts half-covered by red lace, a damp spot visible on red underwear.
Pushing Bette's shirt down her arms, Tina hummed in approval when she felt Bette's bare abdomen against hers. Reaching behind the brunette's back, she easily unclasped her black bra.
Throwing the piece of clothing to the side, Bette ducked her face into Tina's warm neck, breathing in her delicious scent. She reveled in the sweet taste of her skin, the way she could feel Tina's pulse jackhammer under her touch.
"I, uh," Tina moaned, her hands fisting thick curls.
Bette's hand snaked into Tina's underwear, instantly locating her clit.
"God, Bette," Tina moaned. Reaching behind her own back, she unclasped her bra, throwing it haphazardly down onto the hardwood floor.
And, then, immediately, Bette's hands moved to her naked breasts, thumbs reverently circling her nipples. "I love you," she breathed.
Exhaling a shaky breath, Tina's hands traveled to Bette's sides. Her nails scraped over the skin of her back, pulling the taller woman closer. Reaching for Bette's cheek, she pulled her face down to hers.
Bette gasped at the instant intensity of the kiss, eagerly reciprocating when Tina's mouth opened against hers.
Her lips still on Bette's, Tina unbuttoned the brunette's pants, pushing them and black underwear down strong thighs.
Bette immediately mirrored the motion, pulling down Tina's underwear so that, a second later, they stood naked against each other, both their palms splaying over supple skin.
Pulling back for air, Tina looked into dark eyes, her lips curling up into an easy smile.
Bette looked at Tina curiously. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm just thinking about how many years I've spent wanting you." Tina leaned in, pulling Bette to her and locking their lips again.
Bette moaned into the kiss, caressing pink lips with her own, gently easing the tip of her tongue into a warm mouth, where it was instantly met with Tina's.
"I've been waiting for this all week," Tina panted, her teeth scraping over a full lip.
"I know," Bette breathed. She had spent a full week thinking about Tina's taste, and now—unable or unwilling to be patient for even one more minute—she began kissing her way down her neck, her chest . . .
Instantly, Tina's hands ran over strong arms, never breaking contact.
Bette eased onto her knees, kneeling before the altar of Tina's thighs.
Tina looked down and met brown eyes, overwhelmed by how much love she saw reflected in them.
And, after encouraging Tina to drape one of her thighs over her shoulder, Bette didn't waste any time before leaning in, her tongue running the length of a wet slit and up to Tina's clit.
"Ohhhh . . ." Tina faltered, her head falling back against the wall.
Bette smiled—a little prideful—and then her arms wrapped around freckled thighs, holding Tina close as she repeated the action. As she got another good taste of Tina's arousal, she hummed in approval, and she watched the way the blonde squirmed at the vibrating sensation, her chest heaving.
Tina's back arched, her hips lifting, aching for more. "Fuck."
And, knowing exactly what Tina liked, Bette then wrapped her lips around her clit as she pushed a finger inside her, establishing a slow rhythm.
"Oh . . . god," Tina groaned, her hands fisting hair, holding Bette's face against her.
As Bette pushed a second finger into her, she felt Tina's hips increase in speed, grinding against her mouth. Reaching up, she palmed a full breast that bounced with every movement and watched the way Tina's head fell back onto her shoulders, overcome with pleasure. Bette watched with wide eyes as Tina writhed above her, edging toward a release—and, with each movement and reaction, she felt herself getting more and more turned on.
After another few minutes of steady pleasure, Tina bit back a moan, hips beginning to rock faster against Bette's face. "I'm close," she warned.
Maintaining her rhythm against Tina's clit, Bette curled her fingers inside her once, twice, and—
Suddenly, Tina was overcome with the force of her orgasm, hips jerking uncontrollably and then stilling, body going taut with pleasure.
Bette's movements continued steadily, and she moaned when she felt a new wave of wetness drip down her chin, laughing softly at the sounds of the blonde's heavy gasps, her heaving breaths. Then, after another minute, she pulled back, her hands holding Tina's tired body safely against the wall as she stood up.
Lazily, Tina blinked her eyes open, her hands coming to rest on Bette's lower back. "You really are a sex goddess."
Bette sparkled at her, thrilled, once again, by that compliment. "I aim to please."
Leaning in to press a kiss to full lips, Tina's hand made its way down Bette's body—running down a strong arm, a smooth waist and hip—before locating a swollen clit. Running her finger through slippery folds, her breath hissed out when she felt how wet Bette was already.
And, immediately, Bette groaned at the feeling, her eyes falling shut and her grip tightening against curved shoulders as Tina's finger moved up to her clit. "You're so good."
Tina's eyes remained focused on Bette's face, watching the way dark brows furrowed with every flick of her finger, a full bottom lip caught between her teeth.
Tina's lips moved up the line of Bette's jaw.
Bette's mouth fell open into a silent moan and then, as inspiration struck, she reached for a freckled hand, pulling it away from her body before she was too far gone.
Tina pulled back to meet brown eyes, her head tilted in question.
Bette leaned in and kissed a flushed cheek. "Stay here. I want to try something." Then, she turned and strode over to her side table, opening the drawer and grabbing the dildo and harness. After tightening the straps at her hips and thighs and settling the toy into place, she poured a little lube into her palm to rub up and down the shaft.
Across the room, Tina watched her with unblinking eyes, wetting her bottom lip with her tongue.
Meeting hazel eyes, Bette smiled knowingly.
Walking back toward Tina, Bette's hands immediately splayed over the curve of her ass, moved down her thighs.
Tina reached for a bronze cheek, guiding the brunette's face to hers. "We haven't done that in years," she murmured, her lips pressed to Bette's.
Bette eagerly kissed back, pulling Tina close. After another minute of kissing, teeth nipping a pink bottom lip, she asked, "You ready?"
Tina moaned in consent, spreading her legs enough to allow Bette to ease the dildo inside her.
And, then, immediately, Tina gasped at the feeling of fullness, her arms coming up to wrap around Bette.
Bette reached for her thighs, hoisting her up, Tina's back suddenly pressed against the cool wall.
Tina wrapped her legs around Bette's waist, crossing them at the ankle, pulling that smooth body closer.
Leaning in for a kiss, Bette pushed into Tina again, loving the pressure of the toy against her clit.
"Oh my . . . god," Tina exhaled, breath faltering.
Keeping her lips pressed to Tina's, Bette repeated the action, moving away from the wall and back into it, slowly establishing a steady rhythm. She reveled in the sensation of Tina's body heat, that creamy skin, full breasts pressed tight against hers. "Fuck."
As Bette crushed her body against hers again, Tina groaned, her nails digging into the tan skin at her trapezius. "Yes," she breathed, feeling Bette's pelvic bone against her clit. "Just like that."
And, eager to make Tina feel good—to not stop, to maintain her rhythm—Bette ignored her aching arms, pressing herself into Tina. She pushed one of her feet forward, hoping it might offer her better leverage as she held the full weight of the blonde against the wall.
Tina lifted her hand, fingers knotting in brown curls. She ducked her face into Bette's neck, lips suctioning her clavicle.
Bette thrust into her again, grunting softly.
Tina's palm splayed over the base of her spine, urging Bette to press harder against her.
Bette continued to rock her hips up and down, holding Tina hard against the wall.
And, as Tina felt Bette push into her again, she also noted the way strong arms shook slightly with exertion. She pulled back to look at Bette's face—eyes shut, brows slightly furrowed, her forehead dewy with sweat.
A shaky breath escaped Bette's lips.
"Wait," Tina whispered, thoughtfully squeezing Bette's bicep. She pulled back to meet brown eyes. "Put me down, okay?"
Bette helped Tina set her feet back on the ground and gently eased the dildo out of her. She made a face. "Sorry." She felt frustrated with herself but, still, she tried to chuckle. "I'm not as strong as I used to be."
"And I'm not as tiny," Tina smiled, clearly unbothered by their need to adapt the positioning. Hazel eyes perused Bette's face, her expression full of love. "It's okay."
Bette rolled her eyes—at herself, mostly, and a little bit at the situation. "Now I've ruined the moment."
Tina reached out, tucking a curl behind Bette's ear. "You haven't ruined anything," she vowed. Leaning in, she captured full lips in a long, deep kiss. Reaching for a bronze hand, she guided it between her thighs, urging Bette's fingers into her slit, between her wet folds.
As her fingers slipped over velvety skin, Bette's breath instantly caught in her throat, her eyelids falling shut.
Tina exhaled a low moan against the shell of Bette's ear. "I'm so turned on by you right now."
And then Bette's lips were on hers, hands splaying over a soft waist as she pushed them toward the bed.
When the backs of her knees hit the bed frame, Tina settled onto the mattress, arm hooking around Bette's back to pull her down on top to lie between her thighs.
Tucking a hand between their bodies, Bette found Tina's clit and circled over it with her forefinger, their mouths devouring each other.
At the feeling of Bette lying full-body on top of her, Tina moaned against her mouth.
Bette smiled. And then, keeping their lips together, she reached down to run the tip of the dildo up and down Tina's slit before finally guiding it inside.
Tina whimpered as soon as she felt the toy's fullness enter her.
Bette's eyes shuttered closed as she pushed into Tina again—nice and slow—loving the way the base offered the perfect amount of friction against her clit every time she pushed inside.
But Tina didn't have the patience for that slow pace. Her hands reached for a tan ass, forcing Bette harder against her, deeper inside her, as she lifted her hips in search of delicious pressure where she most needed it.
Bette whimpered at the feeling, and Tina lifted her head, capturing swollen lips with her own. "I love feeling you inside me."
Encouraged by those words, Bette continued undulating her hips, establishing a steady rhythm as their lips noisily moved against each other's, Tina's nails scraping up her back, their breaths quickly morphing into gasps.
As Bette pushed into her again—the sharp angle of her pubis pressing right against the blonde's clit—Tina released a guttural moan, roughly biting Bette's shoulder.
Their hips were moving fast against each other and, already, Bette could feel herself getting close. "Is this—ohhh—does this feel okay?"
At that question—one with such an obvious answer—Tina let out a laugh that quickly tapered off into a moan. "Are you kidding?" Already, she was so, so close.
Continuing her steady movements, Bette watched Tina's face, momentarily disarmed by the beauty of damp hair stuck to her forehead, cheeks pink with exertion, her lips a little bruised. Her hips maintaining their cadence, she scraped her nails down Tina's sides.
Tina slipped her tongue into Bette's mouth, earning herself a soft moan. She responded with a moan of her own, her grip tightening against Bette's ass to pull her even closer.
After another minute, Bette pulled back, desperate for air as her and Tina's short, panting breaths mingled between them. "God, Tina," she breathed, lost in the sensation of their bodies pressed tight—Tina's full breasts and soft abdomen against hers, how she could feel the blonde's walls clenching around the toy, sucking it in deeper.
Tina moaned, her hips' movement increasing in speed. She felt her ears ringing and her body tingling and her clit pulsing in anticipation. She was so close. She had to keep reminding herself to breathe.
Bette buried her face in Tina's neck, her kisses all suction. "Fuck."
Tina whimpered, lost in the sensation of Bette in her, on her, all around her, literally rubbing her in all the right places, that rhythm still heavenly.
Sucking on the column of her neck, Bette groaned when she felt nails dig into her skin again—a sign that Tina was close, right on the edge.
"Oh, my . . . god," Tina faltered, head digging into the pillow. "That feels so good."
Bette groaned at the huskiness of Tina's voice as she ground down against her again, ignoring her burning thighs, their hands and lips exploring flushed skin.
"Tina . . ."
"Bette!" Tina cried out.
Bette felt her whole body shudder.
Tina pressed her lips down the line of Bette's jaw. "Do not . . . stop."
Bette didn't think she would have been able to stop even if she tried. "I won't," she vowed with renewed purpose, pushing her hips harder against Tina's.
Tina lifted her head off the pillow and reached for Bette's cheeks. "Kiss me."
Bette didn't hesitate, immediately crushing their lips together and thrusting down a few more times, feeling Tina's walls continue to clench tight around the toy.
One more thrust, and Tina came—her moan almost animalistic against Bette's lips, eyes rolling back in total bliss. "Oh, fuck!" she screamed, unable to help herself.
At Tina's expression of obvious pleasure, along with the new wetness she felt streaming down her thighs, Bette was sent over the edge, right alongside her. She moaned against Tina's mouth as her hips automatically continued their movements, working to extend their pleasure for as long as she possibly could.
Beneath her, Tina continued rolling her hips as they rode out their climaxes for a full minute of blinding ecstasy, their moans half-muffled by pressed lips.
Even after Tina stilled, Bette's body trembled and convulsed until, finally, she collapsed on top of Tina, exalted and exhausted.
Loving the feeling of Bette's weight on top of her, Tina wrapped her arms around the brunette's back to keep her close. As she tried to steady her breathing, she pressed her lips to the salt of Bette's temple, to the sweat-damp curls that smelled like home.
A moment later, she loosened her grip, and Bette lazily rolled off her body to lie beside her. After pulling off the strap-on and setting it down on the floor, she turned onto her side and ran her hand over Tina's waist.
Still out of breath, Tina mirrored her position, dropping a lingering kiss to full lips.
Instinctually, Bette intertwined their legs, pulling their bodies close, brown eyes sparkling.
The next morning, Bette woke up to bright sunlight filtering past the curtains, her arm still wrapped around a soft stomach, body still curled around Tina's. Grabbing for her share of the sheets, she pressed her lips to blonde hair, breathing in Tina's scent.
Slowly waking, Tina shivered at the sensation.
Bette kept contact, nuzzling a bare shoulder, kissing the back of her neck.
Tina exhaled a satisfied breath, reaching for Bette's hand. "Good morning," she murmured.
Bette smiled. "Good morning." Her palm caressed over Tina's side, over the outer curve of her thigh. She let her lips roam over a smooth shoulder.
Knowing her well, Tina shook her head, chuckling, "God, you're insatiable."
"Can you blame me?" Bette laughed. "I mean, look at you." Her palm continued its journey over Tina's leg.
Tina repositioned her left leg, bending her knee to give Bette more room to move. She lifted her hand to the back of Bette's head, fingers knotting in dark curls to keep her close.
Slowly, Bette ghosted her hand up a satiny inner thigh. Then, finally, she brushed a finger over Tina's clit.
And, automatically, Tina's hips twitched, arching toward Bette's finger in search of more pressure.
Playfully, Bette nipped her shoulder, her forefinger beginning to steadily circle Tina's clit, breath hissing out when she felt a hand tighten in her hair.
Tina shut her eyes, lost in the sensation and reminded, once again, that Bette knew her body better than anyone—knew exactly what to do, exactly what she liked.
Her thumb maintaining its rhythm against Tina's clit, Bette's other fingers stroked over her folds, the touch gentle and teasing.
Tina widened her thighs, wanting more.
Holding herself up by her elbow, still spooning Tina, Bette pushed a finger into her.
Tina instantly groaned at the feeling of Bette's finger curling inside her, of hardened nipples pressed against the small of her back.
Bette leaned down, her lips right above Tina's ear. "Have I told you lately—how hot it is that you're so loud in bed?"
Tina smiled. "I'm only loud in bed with you."
Grinning, Bette kissed her cheek. "That's even hotter." Thumb still moving against Tina's clit, she pushed a second finger inside her.
Tina's hips began grinding into Bette's hand, slowly increasing in pace. She could feel her whole body start to thrum.
Bette nipped a soft earlobe, her breaths falling against the shell of an ear. She shut her eyes, pleasuring in the slip of Tina's skin, the softness inside her. Unable to help herself, she ground her hips into Tina's bare ass in search of a little friction.
A few minutes later, Tina bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan. "Bette . . ." she warned, body thrumming with need, a fire building in her abdomen, spreading to the tips of her fingers and toes.
And, feeling Tina's hips moving faster, the way her breaths came out as gasps, Bette knew she was close. "I love making you feel good." Keeping her rhythm steady, following Tina's lead, Bette lined her jaw with her lips. "I could do this forever."
It only took another minute, though. Then, as Bette's fingers curled into a "C" inside her again, Tina's body went rigid as she came, back arching, pelvis pressing into Bette, a long, sustained moan sneaking past her lips.
Bette kept up her movements, breasts pressed against Tina's back, lips pressed to every inch of bare skin she could reach.
"Holy . . ." Tina breathed as her body went slack, falling back limply against the bed.
Bette eased her fingers out of her, smiling softly. "Good morning," she repeated.
Tina chuckled softly, lifting Bette's hand to her lips and kissing it softly. And then—never one to be sexually passive—she turned around in Bette's arms, hand reaching between bronze thighs. "It's a very good morning," she confirmed.
Still in their robes, Bette and Tina stood together in the kitchen, making toast and heating up water for tea while the radio played quietly in the background
"You know, it pains me to admit it, but the therapist had a point."
Tina's brows furrowed. "About what?"
"About anticipated sex," Bette clarified. "Because last night . . ."
Tina smiled. "It was good."
Bette shrugged. "Although it's always good with you."
"True," Tina chuckled. "It's different when we're anticipating it, though. It's kind of how I felt after we moved Angie into her dorm—except, this time, it was for a full week instead of just an afternoon."
Bette blinked at her, her expression curious. "You were anticipating sex with me while we were getting Angie settled into her dorm?"
Tina bit her bottom lip, a little shy now that she was admitting the truth out loud. "Well . . ."
Bette's eyes remained fixed on Tina's face, watching the way her cheeks flushed.
"I wasn't even going to go to the event at Dana's," Tina admitted. "But then I saw you, and how you were, and . . ."
Bette's lips curled up into a slow smile. "And you decided to seduce me," she finished, her tone playful.
"I wanted you," Tina confirmed, voice solemn with honesty. "I wanted to make you want me, too."
"I was just waiting for a green light," Bette reminded her. "I wanted you every second."
At that, Tina smiled, and they stood in companionable silence for a minute.
Tina poured boiling water into two mugs, and Bette stuck two slices of bread into the toaster.
After a brief radio advertisement, Tina's ears perked up at the sound of the next song's opening chords. "Oh, I love this song."
"Me, too." Bette looked over at Tina, eyes full of affection. Then, she took a step toward her. "Come here."
And, like muscle memory, Tina's hand landed on the small of Bette's back, her other hand on her shoulder.
Resting her cheek against Tina's, Bette exhaled a contented breath as they swayed together to Gladys Knight and The Pips' "Every Beat of My Heart." She shut her eyes, reveling in the feel of Tina's soft body, the delicious scent of her hair, still damp from the shower.
Burying her face in the crook of a bronze neck, Tina pressed her lips to smooth skin. Her hand caressed the small of Bette's back, hard with muscle, and the soft curve of her waist, as they swayed in synchronicity.
Bette kissed blonde hair. There was something so sacred about the simplicity of being with Tina, even in the quiet moments, and—implicitly recognizing that—her voice came out soft. "I'll never get tired of this."
Tina lifted her head to meet dark eyes, Bette's gaze impossibly tender. She reached out to cup her cheek, thumbing parted lips. Her lips curled up into an easy smile, body filling with warmth. "I love you, too."