Bette glanced at Tina, feeling her gaze upon her, the heat from the look causing the immediate goose bumps on the back of her neck, the hairs standing on end at the intensity of the look, she knew at that precise moment that she wasn’t the only caged animal, she looked downward, preparing herself, taking a deep breath as the door began to slowly close.

The four friends stood on the porch as they turned and waved goodbye, seeing the door closing, Alice, being Alice said the only thing to come into her mind at that very moment, "they are so gonna fuck right now!"

With the closing click of the lock Tina spun Bette around and slammed her back against the door.

The occupants on the outside turned suddenly, hearing a thudding noise as the door closed, they all looked at one another and smiled as Alice suddenly quipped, "God, I love it when I’m right…"

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Bette was taken by complete surprise as her body was spun and her back slammed against the door, her head banging against the solid wood, her eyes momentarily closing as she felt the split second pain in her neck. The wind had been taken out of her sails for a moment as her thoughts of what was happening to her caught up with the actions, her breathing was already laboured and ragged, she could feel her chest rising and falling, the pain in her chest apparent as her body fought for its natural sustenance, the cool air fighting through her nostrils, her lungs gasping for fresh oxygen as they expelled the air in tempered blows, the warm dioxide air was drying the already parched muscle in her mouth, the dryness making any semblance of sound almost impossible.

Tina looked directly into Bette’s eyes, her own eyes searching the face in front of her, the perfectly formed arch of the brows, the neat straight nose, the dark pink lips, parted as the ragged breathing escaped. The flawless glowing skin being framed by the long dark curls; she looked back into Bette’s eyes, the long dark lashes surrounding the eyes that were currently boring into her own, eyes that were burning with black intense desire.

Bette looked at the dilated pupils, knowing her own reflected the same high levels of glazed intensity. Their faces mere inches apart, their chests rising and falling. Bette swallowed hard, the movement causing the muscles to visibly move in her neck.

"I’m sorry." Bette said in a low voice.

"What for?"

"The teasing…"

"Forget it…" came the breathy voice from Tina’s lips, her eyes wandering down to the mouth that uttered the apology.

"The video tape’s…"

Tina gave that low lusty chuckle that Bette loved so much, the one where it made her heart flutter and her knees weak, the one that when it was released close to her ear, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"I think we can find uses for those…"

Bette raised her eyebrows, surprised at Tina’s acceptance of the discovery of not only one unknown tape, but two.

"Maybe we can build up our very own collection of ‘Portard Porn’, maybe sell them on eBay, do you think they’d be popular?"

Bette laughed, "I think we’d manage 100% feedback T, or offer a money back guarantee…"

"You wanna know what I think baby…?"

"What do you think T?"

"I think that I wanna fuck you babe…" Tina heard the intake of breath from the woman in front of her as she spoke the quiet words, "… I wanna fuck you, just like I did the last time you stepped out of swimming pool fully clothed…"

"On my god…" Bette mouthed, no sounds coming forth.

"Do you remember Bette?"

Bette nodded gently; her eye’s never leaving Tina’s.

"Do you remember how good it felt…?

Once again, she merely nodded.

"Do you remember screaming my name…?"

"Yeah…" came the quiet sound.

"Do you remember where we did it Bette…?"

Bette nodded, these questions were coming from a Tina who knew what she wanted, the manner in which she was asking, proving that she was in complete and utter control, the slow deliberate way in which she was looking at Bette, the intense gaze, telling Bette she was wanted, Tina wanted her and she was going to have her.

Bette cleared her throat, "yeah…"

"Tell me…"

"On the table…"

Tina nodded as she looked deeply into Bette’s eyes, she could see how aroused Bette was by looking into her eyes, since Thursday evening there had been no taunting and teasing but Bette had upped the ante this afternoon and now the tables had turned on her, but the comment Kit made popped into her mind, she had pointed to Bette and told her she looked like a caged animal, Tina smirked, at this very moment, she wasn’t sure.

Tina leaned forward, bringing her face closer to Bette’s ear, "do you still feel like a caged animal babe?" Tina whispered in a slow, warm and deliberate voice.

Bette’s lids slowly closed as the warmth invaded her body, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, the feeling quickly travelled down her back, making her shiver slightly as the sensation changed course and settled at her already pulsating centre.

"No, I don’t T…," came the merest whisper.

"Why not…?" Tina knew the answer; she was now the prey and not the hunter.

Bette opened her eyes to see the most loving look on Tina’s face that she could imagine, the look that said ‘I want you’. She smiled in response, she had no problem being the mouse to Tina’s cat, there was a long evening ahead…

"You’re the cat…, I’m… the… mouse…"

Tina’s lips crashed into Bette’s with ferocity, their mouths immediately opening as the dual began, the probing, the tasting, the fighting for control.

Their arms immediately going around each other, pulling tighter, needing to be closer, with the full body embrace against the front door, it wasn’t close enough, Tina pushed into Bette, the gentleness of their weekend forgotten.

Bette broke the kiss as she yelped with pain, "Agh…"

Tina pulled back at the sound, "what is it, are you ok…?" she said in the quick excited voice.

"Yeah, s’okay… uh, shoulder… be fine…" came the broken answer as Bette’s lips once again search for Tina’s, the mouse coming alive as the battle commenced,

Bette’s hands began to tear at Tina’s clothes, she pulled at the back of the black vest, her hands searching for the creamy skin, she needed to touch skin, any skin, she needed her, desperately needed her.

She pulled the vest upwards, breaking the kiss to bring it over Tina’s head, throwing it to one side as her hands automatically cupped the tantalizing breasts in front of her.

"Oh god T…"

Tina’s hands rested on Bette’s shoulders as she watched Bette’s actions, her own breathing coming in raspy breaths, her chest rising and falling, she watched as Bette’s hands cupped her breasts on either side, lifting slightly, her fingers manipulating the soft flesh.

Bette licked her lips as her eyes took in the landscape before her, the contrasting colour of her own fingers against the creaminess of Tina’s breasts, she moved her thumbs to graze the already erect nipples, each hand mirroring the others movements, each breast reacting in the same way. She looked into Tina’s face, the hooded lids causing a groan to escape her own mouth; she lent forward kissing each fleshy mound before pushing together and burying her nose into the deep valley between, her hands still maintaining the same arousing movements as she breathed in the unique smell of her love.

Tina’s hands moved into Bette’s hair, her fingers entwining within the mass of curls, pulling her closer, wanting more, needing more, her hands guiding Bette to her nipples, she could feel the instant sensation as she felt the warm lips encircling her aroused nipple, sucking slightly, pulling, teeth grazing and the strong tongue flicking across its tip, the dizzying combination causing her head to fall back and her eyes to slide closed.

Tina felt the same attention being addressed on the other nipple, this one feeling slightly more sensitive than the other, and Bette being Bette knew this quirkiness and used the knowledge to her full advantage as she softened her tongue in order for Tina to gain the maximum amount of pleasure that she could bestow on the honouring of one of Tina’s nipple.

Bette could feel the weakness beginning to invade Tina’s body as she devoured the roseate puckered skin in her mouth; she turned them around gently and lent Tina against the door, her own body reacting to the onslaught she was carrying out. She dragged her tongue once again around the areola, stiffening her tongue as she flicked the nipple to the sounds of the groans above, she moved her mouth and began a slow upward journey, the usual creamy skin across Tina’s chest being pink and flushed with pent up desire.

Tina felt the heat pervade her entire being as Bette’s tongue travelled to her neck, her body being supported with one arm around her waist and the door as her major support; Bette’s other hand cupping her breast, the thumb circling her already sensitive and aroused nipple. She felt the cool air surround her nipple as the warmth of Bette’s hand disappeared, the fingers making the familiar path south, across the taut flat stomach, coming to fleetingly rest at the button of her jeans.

Bette’s mouth and tongue ravaged the straining neck, her teeth grazing the pulsating veins as she made her way to her favourite lobe, biting, teasing, tasting as she made the journey. Her mouth halted as she straightened, her destination nestling in front of her, nestling within the blonde strands sticking to the warm neck, she felt her own warm breath on the skin, she felt the heaving gasps beside her own ear, Tina’s hands pulling at the tee shirt covering her own aroused body.

Bette moved backward slightly allowing the garment to be pulled over her head and discarded, their eyes met in the subdued lighting of their home, the continuing ardor apparent in the depth of their gaze, the quiet moment between them allowed the searching, the finding, the realization and confirmation of the deep emotional connection they both felt in that very moment. The same feeling that was felt at different moments in their life; the meaning was always the same. Love.

Tina pulled Bette closer, their upper bodies naked, the moment of skin touching skin, igniting sparks between them, the rapid fire now once again in full flow, the blue touch paper began the familiar sizzle as the flames of desire launched throughout their bodies.

Bette brought her fingers to the button of Tina’s jeans, her expertise of this familiar routine making easy work as she now lowered the zip.

She flicked her tongue across the fleshy lobe, the expelled air from her nostrils pervading Tina’s ear, as her body involuntarily jerked as the sensation traveled throughout her.

Bette brought both of her hands to the black denim and began to lower them over Tina’s hips, leaning her shoulders against Tina as she eased the material downward, grasping the straps of her thong as she made the sauntering movements southward.

As Tina stepped out of the jeans, she kicked them sideways, joining the other discarded garments scattered on the floor, before they went any further, she wanted and needed Bette to also disrobe, she looked into the eyes before her, and silently pleaded her case of full exposure.

Their eyes remained fixed with the unfaltering gaze as Bette lowered her own loose fitting trousers, as her hands worked lower her eyes remained transfixed, with the kick of her foot she too now stood in all her glory, their breathing heavy, the expectations of the aroused bodies palpable in the inches between them.

Bette held her hand out, requesting its partner, fingers entwined as the look between them said more than any words ever would.

Bette silently walked backwards, toward the dining area, she noticed how Tina’s lips had parted, her breathing heavy and ragged with the rise and fall of her chest, her consciousness informing her senses of their destination.

Bette dropped Tina’s hand as they stood beside the dining room table; she took the overflowing vase and moved it to the floor, the scent from the bouquet evident in the air as the fragrance wafted around them. She turned to the stereo and pressed play on the CD player, knowing that tune would be apt for the moment. It had been building between them for hours; it would continue to build until they reached the crescendo, just as the orchestra would as the first notes of Ravel’s Bolero began to surround them.

Tina stood for the merest moment that it took to move the vase and turn on the music; she watched the unfolding scene before her, Bette’s small preparations in order for them to lose themselves in each other.

Bette turned and smiled, the smile that could melt an ice cap, the killer melt that would guarantee Tina’s knees instant weakness regardless of any support around her.

Bette stepped forward and took Tina into her arms, the instant surging throughout both bodies evident with the dual groan as skin met skin in the full embrace.

Lips were sought and found, gentle at first, tasting, teasing, tongues running across lips, along pearly white enamel and gentle probing as hands wandered over expanses of skin, over their backs, their arms, their shoulders, and despite the passion Tina’s gentle soothing fingers remembered and massaged the bruised area on Bette’s arm.

Bette stepped them backward as they continued their devouring kiss, small slow steps back, the opposite to the enormous building inferno building between them, the likeness of a building volcano, bubbling lava, gently boiling within them as the earth between them shifts, the unique moments as the bubbles begin to build throughout their bodies before rising and rising until they can hold it together no more, before the explosions begin and they become the uncontrollable lovers, with their bodies demanding more, more touches, more explorations, hands needed to roam the expanse, to seek and find the burning lava within, to touch and taste until the eruption occurs between them.

Bette’s bottom came into contact with the edge of the table; their kiss broke contact at the disturbance, their eyes met. Tina brought her hands to Bette’s waist, guiding her upwards, shifting back onto the table. Bette automatically parting her legs for Tina’s to stand between.

Tina stood, looking as Bette leaned back on her hands, the deepest pools flashing the most sensual erotic gaze at her, her body shuddering at the intensity, her own throbbing centre causing the familiar passionate pain that only the pressure of her lover would ease.

She allowed her eyes to feast upon the woman before her, she was about begin her pilgrimage, about to explore, to focus her entire being on pleasing and pleasuring the one who made her heart beat each day.

Bette’s mind became fuzzy as she watched Tina bring her hands and place them on her legs, the gentle fingers stroking the skin up and down, closer and then back, closer still, and back again, closer to brush against the dark triangle of curls, the centre of her being that was silently demanding attention, pouring forth its want and need.

Tina’s fingers brushed the glistening curls, the intake of breath audible amongst the string section of Bolero, their ragged breathing seemingly timed with the distant snare drums beating in the air surrounding them.

Tina’s fore finger slowly explored as the bow caressed the Stradivari violin strings.

Bette’s head dropped back, her eyes slid closed as the fleeting feeling traveled throughout her body; the groan escaped her parted lips.

"Oh god… T…?"

"Mmmm?"

Bette raised her head, the hooded eyes, communicating her need, her want and her heightened desire.

"Fuck me T…"

It was Tina’s turn to groan, the words causing the surge to invade her body, she leant forward to capture the desperate lips before her, Bette sat up bringing her hands to Tina’s hair, pulling her closer as the moaning split between them, the wildness of the kiss causing the already ragged breathing to escalate as the orchestras volume increased.

Tina edged her fingertips forward, coming in directly into contact with the swollen nub, as she made contact Bette’s hips bucked as her nerve centre became the focus of the stroking fingertips, the fingers sliding further through the velvety folds, gently stroking back and forth, the sensations and touch immediately causing the familiar building within her.

Bette brought her own hand to the blonde’s private curls, her fingers slipping through the overwhelmingly warm desire awaiting her touch, her fingertips gliding across the swollen nub as Tina’s knees weakened, she felt the building within herself and upon her fingertips as the string section passed over to the flutes, the saxophone and the contrabassoon, creating the ever building tension between them.

Their mutual desires were rising with each stroke, nurturing one another’s swollen centers, the aching within continuing to build, the heat invading every last pore, the dueling tongues gaining momentum as their movements began to take over.

Their fingers began to establish their very own steady rhythm through the wets folds, finding the familiar spot in which they knew would tip their lover over the edge.

Tina's fingers concentrated on the axis of Bette's being, her eyes meeting the deepest, darkest pools of love she had ever seen, as the moment hit the pinnacle of the crescendo between the two souls, their eyes never wavered, Bette's body shuddered, her own hand clenching Tina's wrist to lengthen the summit they reached.

Bette’s mind was swirling, her eyes unfocused, her head was moving from side to side, the noises from her own mouth not reaching her ears, the muffled sound around her seemingly deafening. Her mouth felt dry, she couldn’t swallow, her tongue unable to move, she felt pain in her chest, she felt pain in her groin, such an intense aching pain, the ringing in her ears becoming louder and louder, the grey stars around her eyes, clouding the already blurry view of the ceiling above, her body didn’t feel her own, she had no control, she was overcome with such complete and utter intense desire and passion, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t breath, she couldn’t see, blackness surrounding her as the orgasm overtook her body, her own fingers continued mirroring the movements within Tina’s centre.

"Ahhhhh…..TTTTTTTTT!"

Tina’s own fireworks instantaneously erupted, the whoosh overtook her body, Bette’s arm encircled her waist as the mighty building pressure to explode and release overtook Tina’s body. Bette’s fingers felt the explosion as she stroked back and forth, the shuddering as the detonation reverberated throughout her being. Tina’s head shot backwards as her body continued with the aftershocks of the super nova that had struck her being, her hands holding onto Bette’s shoulders for stability, her mouth opening with silent groans, her breathing held as the intensity overtook her whole spirit, the finale of the orchestra beating in the air around them as the drums and cymbals reached the ultimate crescendo.

Bette held tightly as the jerking body in her arms began to calm, the breaths against her neck coming in short, sharp gasps, she brought both of her arms around Tina, bringing her in close, the feelings and sensations within them still reverberating throughout their bodies, they remained weak, they remained silent.