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Bette was completely spent by the time they came together. The release was all-consuming. Months and months of slowly building tension had gone virtually unnoticed; she could rationalize any new stress as a consequence of working so closely with Jodi. Now, in Tina’s apartment, in Tina’s bed, in Tina’s arms, she believed that she had spent most of that time holding one significant breath, her whole chest inflated, every muscle trapping it.
Tina, however, still thrummed with energy. Where Bette brimmed with emotional tension, Tina had been harboring an unrelenting desire. She spent so many nights imaging Bette whispering salacious encouragement, hot breath tickling her ear. Even with only the fantasy, she would shiver, inviting a sharp ache between her legs. She ardently resisted her desire; she needed to maintain her morals, if only to stymie the guilt of inflicting the same pain Bette inflicted onto her. Every occasion she saw Jodi loving Bette almost as fervently as she did, cooing at Angie almost as sweetly as Bette did, taking her place in her former home, she burned with jealousy and rage and desperation to claim Bette like Bette would claim her.
Here was her chance: Bette was splayed out beside her, arms overhead dangling off the end of the bed, toes still curling as light aftershocks stirred in her belly, her eyes closed, her breaths short as she was still panting. Tina would not waste a second of this display.
Shuffling their legs together until they were properly tangled, Tina laid on her side to observe the scene. The sheer tranquility of it might have tempered her lust. When she rested her head in her hand to gaze at Bette’s complete form, she considered preserving this moment for as long as Bette would allow. She brought her other hand down to stroke Bette’s cheek, trailing under her jaw and onto her neck.
“Oof, yikes.” She turned Bette’s head towards her to expose a bruise at the juncture between her neck and jaw.
“Hmm?” Bette didn’t bother opening her eyes, blissfully unaware and content with Tina’s gentle fingers.
“You didn’t notice?”
“Didn’t notice what?”
Tina pressed her thumb into the bruise just enough to irritate the burst capillaries beneath the skin.
“Ow…” Bette’s sex high would not be deterred by a little pain.
“It’s small, not too dark, babe. Bad placement, though.”
At this point, Bette could not help but open her eyes with curiosity.
“I guess I was overwhelmed. Sensory overload.” She smiled wryly and Tina returned the gaze.
Bette reached towards Tina’s collarbone. “I think I gave as good as I got, T.” She then traced the circumference of the bruise above her collarbone, than pressed her thumb roughly.
“Ow! Hey! I didn’t push that hard.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Would a kiss make it better?”
Tina was always taken off guard by Bette’s aptitude for playing the long game. “It’s worth a shot,” she said coyly, holding the hand on her shoulder.
Bette slowly pushed herself up; Tina could tell that her arms might as well have been jelly. When she finally had her balance, she kissed the bruise, her lips open and her tongue tracing its border. She lightly sucked again, startling Tina.
“Hey, uh-uh. I don’t need it to be any darker.”
Bette chuckled lowly, the vibration spreading through Tina’s chest and igniting the anticipation. “You can easily hide this with a t-shirt, baby.”
“And what if I want to wear a halter top or even just a tank top?”
“You’ll just have to be patient, then.”
Tina tipped Bette’s chin up, the distance between their lips only centimeters. “What if I don’t want to be patient?”
“I imagine everyone will notice…”
“And what if I don’t mind?”
Bette’s breath hitched. She wasn’t used to Tina matching her like this. Bette tended to hold all of the cards, always leading the way, leaving Tina breathless and flustered at every whispered word. Since their encounter at the house, Tina had become so much bolder and vulgar. The initial uncertainty of that morning had almost completely disappeared.
Tina pounced on this rare opportunity. She pulled Bette’s lips to hers by her neck, pressing her tongue roughly in Bette’s mouth. Whatever happened after tonight, Tina wanted to at least have one chance to overwhelm this utterly uncontrollable woman into submission. Before Bette could recover her wits and her libido, Tina held her down, one hand pinning the other’s wrists and the other hand on Bette’s sternum to support her balance.
“One more time?” It was a question, but it sounded like a statement.
“You’re going to make it very hard to leave, T.” Bette said smiling.
“I don’t mind.”
That was enough to kick Bette back into high gear. She quickly leaned up to reach Tina’s lips again.
“Mmm… Not too worn out, huh?”
“Shut up…” Bette was panting hard. She needed to taste the sweat that dried on Tina’s neck. She needed to smell the sticky sex still on Tina’s chin.
“Unhh…” Tina was weak to this, and Bette knew it.
“You smell so good…”
“All sweaty and stinky?” Tina lightly chuckled into Bette’s tangled, wavy hair.
“Especially all sweaty and stinky.”
“Yeah?”
Bette hummed for a moment to formulate the most potent answer. “It’s the smell when I fuck you all night,” she growled.
Tina shivered helplessly. She muffled her moan in Bette’s hair. Bette knew she was properly distracted and pulled her hands out from Tina’s grasp. She immediately sunk her fingertips into the softness of her hips. She intended to flip them over and take her rightful place enveloping Tina, but Tina quickly resisted.
“No. Uh-uh.”
“In a mood?”
“You could say that.”
“Dare I ask what’s gotten into you?”
“Well…you.”
“Hah. I should have expected that.”
“Perfect setup,” Tina whispered hotly into Bette’s ear. “And it’s been a while… I want to feel every part of you against every part of me.”
This self-assured, adventurous, completely uninhibited Tina felt so delightfully foreign to Bette. There were times that Tina lightly indulged in this, namely when they were barhopping and both properly drunk. But Tina was well within a sound mind and exceptionally sound body.
“T, I’d like to think we made good use of the couple of hours we had alone at the house.”
Tina kissed Bette’s neck, her collarbone, her chest, and traced a tongue along a meandering path over a pert nipple, stopping just above her belly button. “Not enough.”
She then blew hot air from her nose into the shallow divot of Bette’s belly button, the sensation sending electricity up Bette’s body. She threw her head back and groaned. There was only so much foreplay she could handle before she melted into the ether.
That sound, Tina cherished it, often replaying a litany of memories in her mind while stroking her own sex before and after their split. However, despite her intense ache, she would not acquiesce and let Bette take control.
When Bette opened her eyes again, Tina stared hungrily down at her. Her blond hair curtained the intensity of their gaze preventing any escape; the heat of their breaths beckoned a sheen of sweat on their foreheads. Once the tension was too much, Tina leaned down to kiss Bette, slowly tracing her tongue along the inside of Bette’s mouth.
Bette fisted the hair on the nape of Tina’s neck with both hands to anchor her. She pulled lightly, but certainly without pulling her face away. She smiled into the kiss.
“I love it when you kiss me like this,” Bette said.
“I love kissing you this.” Tina returned sweetly. She then kissed Bette’s closed eyes. “And this…” She kissed Bette’s cheek. “And this…” She kissed Bette’s chin. “And this…” She shifted away from Bette’s face. “And especially this.” She placed a wet kiss above the tense vein in her neck and gently sucked.
“Ah!” Bette knew she shouldn’t have been startled, and yet she did not expect Tina to attempt to leave another hickey while they weren’t in the throes. “I already have to hide one, T,” Bette whined.
“You weren’t complaining before.”
“I was a little busy.”
“Just as well. I really only give you hickeys when you’re fucking me.”
“Tina.”
“Hard.” Tina said. She couldn’t hide her own blush.
Bette huffed through her nose unable to contain anymore tension.
Tina leaned down to whisper into Bette’s ear. She was hiding her inexperience as much as she was seducing Bette. “Do you know how good you are at this, Bette?” She bit Bette’s earlobe, carefully avoiding the diamond earring. “Having sex…making love to me…fucking me…” Tina let out a loud, exaggerated, breathy moan, panting “Bette” into the flushed red ear.
“Fuck.” It was time to raise the white flag. Bette had to surrender before she fell apart from the sheer aching between her legs. Her pussy craved Tina and was protesting every moment without her. “Baby…unhh…please.”
“Mhmmm…?”
“You win.” Bette attempted to forfeit graciously, but she was a lust-addled mess. Her hair was plastered on her forehead, her lips were swollen and any lipstick she had worn that evening might as well have never been applied. Her cheeks were flushed enough that she looked feverish. She felt feverish. Her eyes had turned black from desire. Her breath came fast and unevenly. Whatever tranquil scene Tina had admired thirty or so minutes ago paled in comparison to chaotic display below her.
“And?”
“And…baby, please. I need to feel you.”
“Like this?” Tina licked along the valley of Bette’s breasts on her way to trace perfect shapes along the nipple. Before Bette could protest, she sucked and bit Bette’s nipple. Bette yelped from the pleasure and the pain. Tina treated the other side of the valley with the same hunger.
“No…” Bette said between pants.
“This? I'd love to taste you again.” Tina said licking down Bette’s stomach, settling between Bette’s legs.
“No…”
“How about this?” Tina stroked the outer lips of Bette’s sex tantalizingly. Bette thought she’d strangle Tina at this rate.
“Baby. Pleas—AH!”
Three soft, lithe fingers drove deep into Bette’s sex, immediately pressing against the sensitive ridges and walls. Every thrust elicited louder and louder moans. It burned Tina so intensely that she groaned, too, a carnal call and response.
“This?”
“Al…Almost—Ah!” Bette’s voice was hoarse.
A little surprised, Tina slowed down. “What do you want—?”
“Don’t stop!”
Tina continued quickly thrusting into Bette and watched her flushed olive skin darken slightly. “How do you want me, baby?” She said it earnestly, not a hint of filth coloring her tone.
“Ah…! Co…” She panted heavily. “Come here…”
Tina carefully maneuvered her hands to crawl over Bette’s long torso without changing her tempo, kissing skin all the time. She carefully maneuvered her leg so that her thigh assisted the force of her fingers.
The moment Bette’s eyes met Tina’s and Bette’s hands felt the sharp lines of Tina’s shoulders, she wrapped her arms tightly around her. Every part of Bette felt every part of Tina. They buried their faces into the crook of each others’ necks, barely stifling the sound of desperate moans, their pitch rising higher and higher as Bette came painfully close to the edge.
“Can you come like this?” Tina whispered into Bette’s ear. Bette almost strictly only ever came if her clit was lovingly stroked in time with Tina’s thrusts. That’s why they tended to make love in each other’s lap.
“Maybe…” A soft grunt. “I’m so close, T.”
They continued at this pace for a several more minutes. Tina could tell Bette was desperately trying to will her orgasm, but she just couldn’t tumble over that edge with just Tina’s fingers in her. And Tina was on the verge of tapping out as her wrist began to cramp.
“Babe?” Tina whispered sweetly into Bette’s ear.
“Mmph…yeah?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
Without any hesitation, Bette snaked her hand between their bodies through the wet thatch of dark hair and just above Tina’s fingers. Her clit was painfully sensitive, but Bette found the position to push herself over quickly.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight.” Every second, Bette’s sex squeezed harder around Tina’s fingers. It was almost impossible to move; she could only curl her fingers against that most sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I’m so close.”
Bette was so overcome with sensation that she no longer had the capacity to moan. She held her breath until the end.
“Ohhhh, fuck!” She didn’t bother tucking her face into Tina’s neck to muffle the guttural keening that echoed through the studio apartment. She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. The intensity of the emotion rendered her speechless and thoughtless. She just clung to Tina tighter, drawing deep lines along the track of her spine.
Tina fucked her harder and faster as the waves of pleasure rocked through her body. She rolled her hips frenetically into strong thrusts. Every twitch and convulsion of Bette’s abdomen, Tina felt against her own. Every flexion of Bette’s biceps, Tina felt against her own. She thought she could even feel the ripples of Bette’s climax in her core.
Finally, when the tremors calmed and Bette was too sensitive for any more, Tina removed her fingers, then more or less collapsed onto Bette. She was nimble enough to at least avoid smothering her. They were both out of breath, exhausted; their muscles ached, and they began to notice the discomfort of sweat between their bodies and the indecent sounds their wet friction made. They couldn’t help but laugh.
When Tina finally had the will and energy, she flopped onto her back next to Bette who was now completely, inarguably spent. She watched Bette still panting lightly with her hands in her hair and her eyes closed. Every time they had sex, Bette would bask in the oxytocin and an unbeatable calm that she felt. And Tina would watch completely entranced.
After some time had passed and Bette’s breathing had normalized, Tina gently traced Bette’s cheekbones. Bette opened her eyes slowly and looked over at Tina, eyes drooping, smile dopey.
The visage took Tina's breath away. “You’re so beautiful…”
“Hmmm… I don’t know if I can compete with you, T.” Bette said playfully. She opened one eye and looked at Tina with mock intensity. “You’re glowing in that way that completely stops my heart.” She turned onto her side to face Tina directly who was smiling sheepishly.
They didn’t have another round in them. Or rather Bette didn’t. Tina tried not to appear disappointed, inviting Bette to press her back into her chest. Tina transitioned from stroking Bette’s cheek to stroking along the muscles of her back. Bette found the switch of the bedside lamp, clicking it off to indicate her drowsiness.
“Bette?”
Bette stirred for a few moments before quietly grunting. Tina held the silence unsure if she should speak.
“Hm?” Bette was still awake despite the silence and darkness that protected them; she waited for Tina.
“I missed you, too.” It was almost a whisper, but Bette heard it. Tina couldn’t see her slight smile, so Bette reached for the hand stroking her back, held it to her lips and kissed each knuckle and each fingerprint. She then wrapped Tina’s arm around her, both of them totally content in their warmth. They had a little more time to savor it.