Previously...
With the complete, complex Bette standing before her, Tina was filled with a dual sense of power and protectiveness. She pressed her lips to Bette’s forehead.
“I love you.”
Tina’s hands found their way under the hem of Bette’s tanktop and lifted it over her head. She bent her head to nibble on Bette’s neck.
“I love you.” Tina repeated, her words buzzing against Bette’s jugular vein.
Bette left out a soft gasp of pleasure, and Tina moved her hands to the drawstring of Bette’s pants. The pants slipped down to join Tina’s robe at their feet.
Tina spoke again, pouring her words into Bette’s mouth now.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
And they tumbled into bed, falling endlessly into each other.
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Almost two hours later, they were still in bed, hair tousled, sheets tangled. Multiple orgasms had tired them, calmed the rush of passion to tenderness. But they didn’t want to stop touching each other. They lay naked and entwined, whispering onto each other’s skin.
Bette felt a burst of energy and kissed her way down Tina’s neck, licked between her breasts. Tina’s skin was salty with their mingled sweat. Bette laid her head on Tina’s abdomen, and listened to her lover’s blood pump. Then, above the muffled rhythm of Tina’s heart, a loud rumble of complaint from Tina’s stomach.
“You’re hungry.”
“Ravenous,” Tina admitted.
Bette slid back up to the head of the bed and took Tina in her arms. “That’s sexy, say it again.”
“I’m rrrrravenous Bette,” Tina played the bombshell, rolling the r and arching into Bette’s embrace. She bit Bette’s shoulder. “Feed me.”
Bette disentangled herself from Tina, laughing. “I made pizza,” she said, getting up from bed to find clothes. “Its been in the oven on warm this whole time. Hopefully it’s still edible.”
Tina moved to get up, but Bette shook her head. “No, you relax. I’ll get it, we can eat in here.”
Tina lay down again, curled around a pillow. “You never used to eat in bed. The crumbs.”
Bette loved the sight of Tina naked in her bed. Their bed.
“Fuck the crumbs.”
Tina noticed Bette’s eyes on her and stretched languorously, showing off. “You’ve turned into a wild woman. Can we have wine in the bedroom now too?”
“I’m the wild one?” Bette stopped in the middle of pulling her tanktop down, and gestured to the hickeys and bites Tina’s mouth had left on her breasts, the scratches Tina’s nails had left on her shoulders and biceps. She bent and kissed Tina’s head. “Wine too.
