Shane opened her front door to be greeted by a very serious looking Bette, Angelica resting on one hip and the diaper bag thrown over her other shoulder.

“Hi Bette, what’s up,” Shane asked.

“Shane, I know you’ll understand,” Bette began. “We haven’t had any time to ourselves in far too long. Can you take Angelica for just an hour?” There was a pleading tone to her voice.

Shane reached for the baby, who, at 10 months old, was starting to squirm at being held all the time.

“Aww, sure Bette,” Shane replied as she reached for Angelica. “Come to Auntie Shane sweetie, we’re going to hang out for the rest of the day.” She turned back to Bette. “If you brought a couple of bottles of breast milk, I’ll take her until I go out tonight.”

The offer almost brought tears to Bette’s eyes.

“Thanks, Shane, I really appreciate this,” Bette said.

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“Tee,” Bette raised her voice as she entered the house.

Tina looked from the kitchen toward the front door hopefully.

“You don’t have her with you,” Tina said tentatively. “That’s a good sign.”

Tina walked towards her and took Bette’s hand with the intention of taking her immediately to the bedroom.

“We don’t have to hurry,” Bette said. “We’re alone until ten tonight.”

Out of Bette’s line of vision, a devious grin made its way onto Tina’s face.

“Then if we start now, I’ll make a dent in the list of the things I want to do to you,” Tina’s voice was rich with the low tones of desire.

Bette’s eyes grew wide as she let herself be lead from the kitchen. As much as she enjoyed it when Tina expressed her lust in such an obvious way, Bette couldn’t help but pause before they passed through the doorway to their bedroom.

“Babe, what?” Tina turned as she felt Bette’s resistance. “Is something wrong?”

Tina saw the look in Bette’s eyes. Oh sure, there was exhaustion. Neither one of them was getting as much sleep as they were accustomed to. But right now, at this moment, there was lust. Desire. She saw the intent before a movement was made. And before she could react, she felt Bette move her against the wall just outside their bedroom.

They linked their fingers together as their bodies made contact at various points.

“We have eight hours to make up for a month of celibacy,” Bette whispered quietly. She leaned in to trace her tongue along Tina’s top lip. “And that’s not the only place you’re going to feel my tongue today.”

Tina’s right hand worked its way free from the grip that Bette had on her and moved to touch where the seam of her jeans met at the top of her thighs. They continued to kiss as she felt the heat emanate from between Bette’s legs.

“Don’t…” Bette pulled away to utter the request.

“Don’t what?” Tina’s hand didn’t stop moving. “I want you wet by the time these jeans come off.

“Tina…”

“Do you know how long it’s been since I went down on you,” Tina whispered into Bette’s ear before taking the lobe between her lips. Then she answered her own question. “Too fucking long.”

They kissed as Tina’s hand moved up to unfasten the button on Bette’s jeans. Bette brought her hands up and held Tina’s face as they continued. She felt Tina’s fingers move to lower the zipper before her fingers moved against her.

Bette’s quick inhalation was exhilarating to Tina.

“I think I found what I wanted,” Tina said with a smile. “But we have to get those jeans off.”

As Bette backed away she pulled Tina into their bedroom. Tina countered by reaching for Bette’s jeans, working them down over her hips with her one free hand.

Tina was amazingly adept at removing Bette’s jeans and was soon kicking them away from where they stood at the foot of their bed.

Bette interrupted her to draw Tina’s blouse over her head and throw it to join the previously discarded jeans. The bra soon followed.

Bette bowed her head to kiss gently around one of Tina’s breasts before sucking a nipple into her mouth. The moan that escaped from Tina only served to encourage her further. Bette’s attention was focused on the task at hand when she felt Tina’s hand drawing her higher.

Tina’s arms made their way around Bette’s neck as they enjoyed teasing each other with shared kisses and subtle licks that had come to characterize their interaction.

“Babe,” Tina whispered.

“Yeah,” Bette replied.

“You know how…” there was a pause in her wording. “When we last had time to ourselves…” Tina composed herself. “It was very romantic and loving and beautiful?”

“I remember,” Bette smiled.

“This time I’m going to fuck you until you’re so weak you can’t do anything but sleep,” Tina’s voice became strong as she delivered the words.

Bette’s eyes rolled back almost imperceptibly with Tina’s statement.

“Oh God,”

“That’s not the last time you’ll be saying that today,” Tina said confidently. She worked Bette’s underwear down to the floor and then licked her way back up her inner thigh before sneaking her tongue between Bette’s legs. “You taste so fucking good.”

Tina stood and finished undressing Bette before having the favour returned. The mid-day sun shone in their bedroom window, allowing each to have a clear view of the emotions playing across the face of the other.

Bette sat back onto the bed and pulled Tina between her legs to stand in front of her. Her face was level with Tina’s breasts as she began to kiss between them.

“No,” Tina said. “Lean back.”

Bette, uncharacteristically, did as she was told, and scooted up the bed to rest back on the pillows. Tina moved up between Bette’s legs, but only moved as high as her navel, resting quietly.

Her tongue moved over Bette’s stomach, flicking lightly against soft skin as she teased lower.

“Where do you want to feel my tongue?” Tina asked.

“Wherever you want,” Bette managed to reply.

“Oh really?”

Silence.

Bette wasn’t sure to make of the mischievous tone in Tina’s voice.

Tina laughed at Bette’s reticence to respond to her request for clarification. She soon found herself on her back, underneath Bette’s deft hand.

“Fuck,” Tina whispered into Bette’s mouth.

“Is that a request?” Bette’s fingers aroused more moisture from Tina’s intimate self.

Tina silently moved her hips in concert with Bette’s hand as she felt herself progress towards climax.

Bette withdrew her hand and brought Tina’s taste to her mouth. Tina took her wrist with some urgency and encouraged it down again.

“No,” Bette replied. “I want to taste you as you come.”