The joy that the two women shared was almost palpable.  They turned heads not only with their beauty but with the obvious love and respect that they had for one another.  They were like honey to bees of women who were expecting or had children.  It was unusual for them to stroll down Commercial Street and not have someone offer their congratulations. 

The fact that Bette was barely showing did not matter.  It was almost as if they sensed it.  Later they began to notice other early expectant mothers themselves once they began to recognize the signs.  It was like a secret society.  Maître Dees would seat them before others, wait staff would list all the virgin drink specialties of the house, and comedians used them with good humor. 

Their lovemaking reached new heights.  Their years apart left them both with a profound gratitude for what they had and it was expressed most purely when they touched.  They made love every morning and every evening, sometimes one or the other would wake in the middle of the night filled with need and found the other more than willing to satisfy that need endlessly. 

“Do you realize that we have not spent this much time alone together in over six years?”  Bette remarked looking up from her favorite spot on Tina’s shoulder. 

“Wow, you’re right” Tina responded with a start as she did the math.  “We won’t let that happen again.”

“No, we won’t.”  Bette snuggled closer and groaned when Tina stroked her back innocently.  She struggled to control her breathing trying to cool down her arousal. 

After feeling Bette tense and resist her caress Tina shifted so she could look into the ebony depths that could no longer hide anything from her.  “What’s wrong Babe?” 

Bette broke eye contact murmuring “Nothings wrong.”

Tina stroked her and found her wet and her clit as hard as a rock.  “You want me to take care of this?”  Tina asked casually as Bette arched and tried to contain the cry of need that would have escaped.

The hazel eyes glittered with challenge as she bent to suck her hard nipple into her mouth.  Automatically Bette reached for her, pressing her closer to her breast and closing her thighs. 

“Oh, no” Tina shook her head.  “I need you open.  I need to touch you here.” She touched her knee parting her thighs again before stroking her again.  Bette was drenched.  She wanted to move between her thighs but first needed to understand Bette’s reticence. “Do you not know that you are mine?” She entered her then and was rewarded with a sound close to a sob from her wife. 

“I know that” Bette choked out. 

“Why are you holding back?”  This time Tina massaged her clit and Bette fell back helpless. 

“Is this normal?”  Bette shuddered on the edge of orgasm already.  “I want you all the time. I need you like I have never needed anyone before, even you.  I am full of you and still I need you.  I need you so fucking much.  I can’t stand the way I need you.”

Tina understood all too well.  It was that kind of need that drove her the day of the sonogram when she was pregnant with Angelica.  “I think that I can put this in perspective for you, Babe” Tina answered her with a dangerous glint in her eyes as her passion rose.  She would not be able to hold back much longer.  She moved in between the honey thighs but held herself poised above her until Bette met her gaze.