Till We Meet Again | A Bette-Tina Beginning Chapter 34

Warning – Strong sexual content.

Recap
“…Even if you were to err, to alter or change in some way, I would continue to love you. If the world turned against you, I would cling closer, we would defy them and endure everything together.”
“A cold won’t kill me Tina. But what you are hiding from me might just do permanent damage.”
“She’s protecting you. She’s risking her life and is over at the Peabody Mansion trying to collect evidence on your behalf right now. Please have some faith in her.”
“Bette, she single-handedly ruined your life; I was just trying to fix that.”
“Alice and my relationship has pretty much disintegrated. How have you derailed Helena, Tina? She seems to have gotten what she wanted without trying.”
“Not when you make me feel like this.”
“If you don’t want this, you have to tell me to stop now.” Bette tore her lips from Tina, gasping for words, knowing that soon she would leave the rational world behind. “And please don’t tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” Tina whispered back. “Don’t ever stop.”

CHAPTER 34

Bette needed no further encouragement, responding to her lover’s passionate pleas with heated kisses, assaulting her lips and chin with sensuous bites and nibble that turned gentle and tender after a while. She savored her taste, slowly and languidly, teasing the corners of her mouth, taking her on a journey of taste and texture, a journey that grew hotter with time and deliberation.

She placed one hand behind Tina’s back pulling her up, kissing her tenderly while pushing the covers down, before laying Tina gently down on a pillow and getting rid of the excess covers.

“Are you comfortable?”

Tina gazed lovingly at Bette thinking that her love was too considerate at times. She had always given her an ‘out,’ always tried to do the right thing, to be noble in her deeds. Tina didn’t need nobility or consideration at the moment; she needed Bette to claim her. She had waited far too long for this moment, ever since she had realized her love and desire for Bette.

“No…” the distress was evident in her voice.

Bette stilled her tiny ministrations on Tina’s earlobe. “What’s wrong?”

Tina sighed.

“Baby, if you don’t relieve me now, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

Relieved, Bette continued to nip her earlobe, kissing and tugging the flesh, eliciting more sighs of approval from Tina.

“I want to take it slow…”

“At your speed, we’ll be in our eighties and your other knee would not function either. Then we would have to do it in walkers.”

Bette drew back and grinned at Tina, resting on the palm of her hand. Then her expression turned serious.

“Aren’t you scared that this may change everything between us?”

Tina met her fearful gaze with tears ready to spill from her own eyes.

“It won’t change the fact that I am completely and utterly in love with you,” she choked out softly, running her fingers through the thick, dark mane that she loved so much. Tina didn’t give Bette a chance to respond, kissing her hard, before flipping her over tentatively and straddling her.

“Stop trying to make this perfect. I don’t need perfection. I need better. I need you.”

Bette just nodded, captivated by the sight of the blonde goddess above her with the golden tresses sexy and wild, the rosy pink milky breasts offered to her, all accentuated by amazing curves. She didn’t want to be just another 10-minute wham-bam sex for Tina. She wanted Tina to fully experience being loved by a woman. And not just any woman but Bette Porter, loving her so thoroughly that she would never seek another.

Bette nipped the edge of her jaw before tasting her way to the skin beneath her ear, whispering softly, but in a manner that meant business.

“Baby, you aren’t going to cum till I make you, till you are completely mindless, senseless and begging for it. And then you will have to beg me to stop.” Tina gasped, digging her fingers into the strong caramel shoulders and all thoughts were driven out of her mind when Bette plunged her hot tongue into her ear, swirling it around, silently promising her of things to come.

She leaned in, hungrily kissing Bette, her tongue moving possessively over her, firing rapid strokes, demanding the same from the brunette elsewhere. She clutched her head, pulling her closer, sucking rhythmically on her tongue. Their quivering lips signaling their mounting passions. Bette ran her fingers tenderly up and down the sides of her breasts, caressing and pushing them together. She tore her mouth away from Tina, kissing, sucking and licking down the slender column of her neck, threatening to undo Tina. Heated to frenzy, Tina brought Bette’s hands to her aching breasts, crying out in both pain and pleasure as her skilled lover pinched the distended and sore nipples.

Bette drew back, gazing lovingly at the twin peaks at her disposal, hardened with arousal.

“T, you have the most beautiful breasts.”

She massaged her nipples, rolling them with thumb and forefinger, kissing around her breasts. Tina was left moaning at the delightful sensations coursing through her. She urged Bette on, caressing her silky skin, marveling at how her back muscles rippled under her touch. Bette responded with her tongue, drawing lazy, hot and wet spirals over one swollen nipple. When Tina thought she could no longer take it, Bette moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same generous attention.

The blonde arched with pleasure, threading her fingers through the dark curls, pulling Bette closer. She got the message and started sucking hard. Her teeth nipped, soothed, and tormented aching nipples. Pleasurable pain streaked through Tina, hitting her core, her climax starting to build up already.

Bette observed her reactions. Teasing. Licking. Sucking. Tina was grinding her arousal against Bette, breathing heavily, gripping her shoulders tightly, skin flushed and ready to cum. Bette kept up her ministrations on her breasts, running one hand slowly down to Tina’s hips, while the other circled her back as support. Then, she extended one finger, moving it from her hip to her navel, circling it slowly, and then down further till her hand was cupping her sex, but not touching it. She found Tina dripping wet, her arousal seeping out onto Bette, coating her hand.

The brunette couldn’t believe how wet Tina was, how good she felt, how amazing it felt to be feeling her essence. She brought her hand back up spreading the juices as icing over the nipples she could not stop tasting. Teasingly, she started all over, painting the dark rosy peaks with light, flitting kisses, running her tongue in circles and finally sucking her nipples into her mouth, tasting her slick juices, moaning with approval at how sweet she tasted.

Bette suckled at one breast, lifting her hand to massage and torment the other, using her forefinger and thumb to pinch repeatedly. Again, she switched attention making Tina want to scream with both pleasure and frustration.

“God Bette, please.”

“Please what?”

“I can’t take it anymore,” she whispered hoarsely.

“Oh baby…just think of it as foreplay, building your anticipation before the real deal. I am going to make you ache up here and then transfer that ache downwards, where I will finally take care of it, long and hard, for as many hours and many times you want,” Bette teased Tina, repeating her lines from their little adventure at Bed, Bath and Beyond, which seemed so long ago.

Tina groaned, not knowing whether to pull Bette closer or slap her away.

“Tell me what you want baby,” Bette whispered, drawing back and trailing her fingers through the damp blonde curls, kissing her slowly and softly on the lips.

“Touch me…Touch me here.” Her voice a low, hypnotic commanding whisper, she took Bette’s hand, directing it to her center, dipping it into her folds to show that she was more than ready.

They both moaned at the contact.

“Oh my god…Oh my fucking god.”

One. Her index finger slipped inside easily. She heard Tina cry out in the distance. Her heart hitched, breathe lodged in her throat, Bette almost cried with emotions threatening to overwhelm her. This incredible woman had haunted her in countless dreams and every single waking moment for so long. And now she was on top of her, wet and willing, begging to be taken. Hot tears burned her eye lids, and she willed them away. Not now.

Her finger slowly explored Tina’s walls, traveling over all the ridges, committing every inch of Tina’s core to photographic memory. She felt around for a particular spongier texture, and upon finding the location, tapped and then rubbed it slowly, beckoning it towards her. Bette smiled as Tina gave out another strangulated cry, raising her hips up and down for more contact.

“Oh God, yes. Bette… right there…baby,” she cried hoarsely.

Bette put one hand on Tina’s stomach, stilling her movements. She cleared her throat.

“T, we may have a slight problem.” Her voice cracked.

“What?” Tina looked at Bette deliriously, a million thoughts streaming through her head. Did she not want her? Was something wrong with her? For goodness sake, they couldn’t stop now!

Bette swallowed hard, biting the inside of her cheeks.

“I haven’t washed my hands since we were at the park.”

Silence. All she could hear was the steady hammering of their hearts.

Tina stared at Bette like she had grown another head, half-infuriated, half-amused at how Bette was pushing her buttons.

Two. Bette cheekily slipped another finger inside, watching Tina gasp softly. For a moment, time stood still. Then they both started laughing.

“I don’t care. I really don’t care.”

They kissed each other hungrily, tongue stroking tongue, growing more passionate by the second.

There was no need to create an ambience to make this night special, no need for artificial instruments to manufacture the right atmosphere for their love-making.

Their love was special enough. It stood on its own against the contrived and pretentious nature of state-sanctioned relationships. A set of burning candles, a bed laden with flowers, or the weight of a document approving the sanctity of their union would not make it more genuine, more special.

Tina broke the kiss, gasping for air, leaning her head against Bette, trying to catch her breath.

“God baby, you drive me crazy in so many ways.”

Hazel eyes filled with green sparks of lust and desire sought chocolate brown ones to express their desperate need. They melted at the simple message of love and devotion conveyed in the chocolaty orbs.

“I love you…” the uplifting vibrations whispered in her ear echoed through her whole being.

It wasn’t just a statement. It was a promise conveying so many emotions—friendship, loyalty, trust, passion, compassion, respect among others. All everlasting.

The wine pumping through her system receded to the background, replaced by another light-headed drunkenness brought about by pure love.

“I love you too.”

This was lusciously unexpected, not how either of them had envisioned their first coupling. Tina had never made love like this – in someone’s lap, their bodies wrapped together so intimately. She felt completely exposed. But when Bette gently tugged and sucked her nipples, slowly stroking her insides, she couldn’t remember wanting anything more than the molten pleasure shooting through her body, wanting anyone more than her lover.

Tina started shimmying against the slender digits inside her, riding them, pressing down to seek rupture, no longer in control. Breasts heavy and stinging, pleasure sparked with incredible speed and coiled tight with boiling fury hit her core over and over. She had always thought that women dug their nails into men during sex as a means of turning them on and steered clear of doing the same, but now she couldn’t help but do the same to Bette, out of sheer need.

The pleasure escalated to the passionate silky dance of tongues, scorching heat between their bodies, teasing nip of teeth, the edgy thrill of their hearts pounding together. Quiet sounds of need hummed through the night, and they burned together, both wild for each other.

Bette grew more aroused as Tina wildly pumped herself up and down, returned her endless kisses with helpless urgency, and dragged her nails down her back. It hurt a bit but she could care less. Her breasts bounced up and down, strands of dark and golden hair clung to her neck, wet slurping sounds and small cries filling the air with each thrust. Her juices were flowing copiously, soaking her hand, wrist, right down to her belly. The sight of Tina seeking and receiving this much pleasure from her two digits fascinated her.

She had never seen anything this sexy, this tantalizing, and this arousing. She angled her hand so that her thumb would hit her clit as she came down, biting her nipple at the same time, and sure enough, Tina screamed her pleasure, the orgasm ripping her into two. She came harder than she could ever remember, arched her back, shattered and exploded her fluids on Bette, wave after wave of aftershock passing through her, signaling her completion. Bette kept stroking her relentlessly, drawing out her orgasm till Tina slumped down on her, limp and exhausted.

She whimpered when Bette withdrew from inside her, but sighed happily when she felt herself enclosed in the warmth of her arms. Bliss, it was pure bliss and Tina never wanted this moment to end.

“Bette…” That was the only thought in her head, somehow travelling all the way to her lips.

“T…”

Everything they felt—the love, desire, passion, adoration—was captured in those two syllables. All the battles they had waged within themselves to do the right thing for everyone were lost with those few letters of the alphabet. But if losing felt like this, Bette and Tina would always want to be on the losing side of things.

“How am I supposed to top that?”

Bette chuckled deeply, flipping them over slowly, her body now enclosed within the long, creamy legs.

“Don’t worry about that yet. I am just getting started.”

And with that, she proceeded to bring her love to another earth-shattering climax.

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Los Angeles, 11 pm

Alice had developed a relationship with the lampshade in the guestroom. She switched it on and off, her mind wandering between two people, their stark contrasts as evident as night and day.

She switched it on and light flooded into the room. Dana. Fun-loving, humble, shy, and successful Dana who had gone to great lengths tonight to profess her love for Alice. She had put her career on the line, trusting Alice with crucial information about her sexuality, information that Alice had signed up to get out of her. And Alice had, inevitably, broken her heart.

Because no matter how hard she tried, Alice loved Bette. More than the fact that she was loyal and self-righteous, Alice could not give her up without a fight. She switched the light off and sat in darkness. That epitomized her relationship with her wife. She had little clue as to how Bette felt about her, whether she wanted her or not. Bette had taken her out for the most romantic evening of her life only to berate her once again when they got back home.

This was a pattern of behavior with Bette. She almost always dashed her hopes and expectations. Every time she thought she came close to breaking down those walls that Bette had built up, it just became harder to penetrate.

She thought back to her early days with Bette, when she was a singer and Bette an upcoming artist. They had been so good for each other, complimenting one another on so many levels, and especially in bed. Ever since the unfortunate accident five years ago, their sex life had been reduced to virtually nothing. But she still could not imagine living without Bette, not having her around. It was her last night away from her home in New York with Bette. She didn’t know what awaited her.

Among all the uncertainties, there was one thing that Alice was certain about. She was quitting her job. This assignment with Dana Fairbanks had taken a toll on her and she could no longer live with the lack of ethics behind ‘outing’ people. The old Alice might not have bothered to step on someone to climb the ladder but the new Alice cared. She cared about her relationships, about the consequences of hurting people and destroying lives. She had seen up-close and personal how a person reacts when their career is destroyed and dreams shattered. These unfortunate events don’t just hurt the person involved—it hurts everyone around them.

Alice was as much a casualty in the accident as Bette. Only her wounds did not show on the outside. But unlike Bette, she would not sulk around anymore. She would live her dreams, and no longer put it on hold for anyone else. Alice would resume her life and stop running away from her problems, stop running away from Bette.

An uneasy sleep finally claimed her and she fell headlong into a dream about two brunettes, a rockstar and their lives spiraling out of control.

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New York, 2 am

She panted with need as she felt Tina’s fingers sliding back and forth between her legs, cupping her wetness. Tina grinned with satisfaction, taking a sampling and licking her fingers, moaning at the sweet, honeyed taste.

Tina couldn’t believe how sweet and hot Bette tasted. Smoother than silk, more potent than whiskey. Sweeter than candy and more addictive than drugs.

“Baby you taste so fucking good. I can hardly wait. Is this all for me?” she drawled sexily, cupping Bette again with her hand, holding all that wonderful heat with her fervent hand.

“Yes…” Bette moaned. God, she was certainly getting a taste of her own medicine. Payback in the form of Tina taking control, talking dirty to her, teasing her out of her mind. She was ready to scream and beg Tina to fuck her senseless. She was already halfway there. Bette had never submitted to anyone like this but giving the reins to Tina was so easy, so natural.

The blonde was thoroughly enjoying the control she had over her alpha woman. She had been terrified at the idea of consummating their relationship, about whether she could please Bette in bed, but the combination of the brunette moaning and making unintelligible noises, the lethal pulsating desire and love between them drove out the fear. This was her first time and she felt like a kid in a candy store.

Tina nuzzled Bette’s perfect breasts lovingly, ignoring the nipples begging for attention. She moved excruciatingly slowly, tracing her tongue from the valley between her breasts, up to the base of her neck, nudging her teasingly, blowing softly. She moved her head to the side, licking along the collarbone then returning to the center, placing soft, alluring kisses, extending out to the other collarbone, all the while caressing her wet folds.

Kissing and tasting the mocha perfection writhing beneath her, Tina finally understood why men felt the need to plunge in and out of their women as fast as possible. Bette had once asked her about her biggest sexual fantasy and she had avoided the answer because back then, she had no idea. Sex had held little interest to her. But now she knew her ultimate fantasy would be to strap it on for Bette and fuck her senseless all night. God, she could totally get off on the mere thought of doing that. She could barely control her own arousal, wondering how Bette kept herself in check long enough to satisfy her.

Bette did not know whether to beg for mercy or beg for release when Tina withdrew her fingers. But the blonde didn’t give her time to think. She fondled her breasts, bringing them together, the chocolaty nipples almost touching, and took them into her mouth simultaneously, sucking hard. Bette was delirious, having experienced nothing like this before. Tina flicked her nipples rapidly, working on them tirelessly till Bette was biting back her screams, hold Tina’s head to her breasts, pulsing sensually, in another realm altogether.

“Turn around,” the blonde breathed huskily into her ear, the command in her voice sending shivers down her body.

“T…” Bette breathed in wonderment, her mind not registering what she was hearing.

“I think you need a massage, baby,” Tina teased her, lightly running her fingers up the inside of her thighs and back down again.

Tina sucked in a sharp breath when she saw the strong chiseled-to-perfection back marked by evidence of her passion from earlier in the night. She traced the bruises, kissing them softly, silently apologizing for each transgression. Tina never wanted to give her love any wounds. She would go to any length to protect her, to erase any existing scars. Her eyes traveled down to the tight ass and further down to the inside of her right knee where she could still see the scar from the surgery after the accident. Her eyes burned with tears and throat constricted. Damnit, not now.

She scooted down kissing, licking and sucking every inch of skin on her goddess. She was no longer in control of her hands, which were caressing Bette down her sides, massaging her hips and then squeezing and kneading her ass. The blonde spread her body out on top of Bette, straddling her from behind, her mouth feasting on her neck, hands tweaking nipples, hips slowly grinding down on her ass.

Bette was a quivering mess but she wanted more. She needed Tina inside her.

“T…please…I need you…I need you inside,” she whimpered into the pillow, her body already on fire, the ache between her thighs growing. Before she started grinding down on the bed, Tina flipped her around, careful not to hurt her knee.

“Spread your legs.” That low hypnotic drawl threatened to kill her.

Shivering with anticipation, Bette lay back and obeyed Tina, opening her legs as much as possible. She was so slick, so wet and so wanton with need. Tina lay a trail of kisses down her stomach, over her mound, moving easily between her thighs.

Her slit gleaming with arousal, strawberry ripe, open petals begging wordlessly for Tina. Her scent was driving her wild.

“Do you want this?” Tina flicked her clit, watching her face contort in pleasure, her lips break apart in a silent cry.

“Or this?” She went down to run her flat tongue up and down Bette’s hot center. Bette moaned in delight. Streaks of lightening shot through her body, every nerve ending scorched and begging for more.

“Maybe this?” She entered Bette with her tongue, then her finger, alternating between the two, before slamming two fingers into her and tonguing the hood of her clit, up and down, side to side.

“OHHHH T…” she screamed in ecstasy, convulsing and pushing her cunt into Tina’s face as she dove deeper into her essence, lifted her hips off the bed.

Tina buried her tongue in the sweetness, licked and sucked, deep-mouthed her vulva, completely pouring herself into the world before her, stroking her walls at the same time, twisting and turning with precision inside her. She marveled at how wet Bette was for her, licking and sucking every drop. Bette shuddered, thrashing wildly and grabbing Tina’s head and pushing it into her center.

She was completely unaware of how she wriggled and writhed in her attempts to make Tina speed up her journey. She had never been fucked like this. Her scent was permeating Tina’s every pore, making her groan in pleasure, low and intense.

Tina, in turn, had never craved someone so much. Her sexual desire and need for Bette rattled and shook her to the core. She felt incredibly hungry; as if she had been starved for centuries and finally broken lose to eat whatever she could. But Bette was all she wanted to feast on, to love and worship for the next several centuries.

Her body clenched as Tina drove into her, long deft strokes of her fingers combined with the short pointed jabs of her tongue. She felt her lips open and rain honey onto the magical fingers inside her folds. Oh god, the feel of her tongue, her mouth as it lapped and sucked Bette. She bit her lips, drawing blood, clamping down on the screams of sheer pleasure from the onslaught of sensations raging through her body. Tina wasn’t just pumping inside Bette, she was coursing through each and every vein, pouring her soul into the woman writhing beneath her, breathing and stroking her to a new life.

Tina massaged her clit with her tongue, stroked her finger in and out, enjoying how Bette thrust her hips upward each time to take her in deeper. When she was ready to cum, Tina lightened her strokes, holding her at the brink, drawing out the exquisite torture. Then she plunged in again, hitting a completely new bundle of nerve endings beyond her G-spot, one that Bette never knew existed. It must be the T-spot.

Bette erupted with spasms of molten ecstasy. “TINA….!” Bette screamed her name out again and again. Her internal muscles clenched and unclenched involuntarily, her entire body shook as she came all over Tina.

The blonde groaned with pleasure as she tried to swallow everything Bette offered and instinctively fucked herself against her knee. She filled her with long strokes of her tongue, up and down, trying to draw enough of the creamy honey syrup to sate herself with her taste. She was unrelenting. She continued pumping her fingers in and out of Bette, licking and sucking up the love that Bette had showered on her, drawing out her orgasm.

Her knees rising and quivering into Tina, causing vibrations on her clit, the sight of her orgasming was enough to send Tina over the edge as she threw her head back and came. Roaring filled her ears and sparks of light danced behind her eyelids as heat exploded outward from her groin and enveloped her. She could hear Bette screaming her name out in the distance and then fell into her arms for the second time tonight.

They both lay still, the steady hammering of their hearts, and ragged breathing the only physical evidence of how alive they felt. Bette was the first to gain some strength and she cradled Tina in her arms, wrapping her body around her, stroking and soothing her back.

“T?” She peppered her hair with light kisses.

“Hmm?” Tina responded, still trying to catch her breath.

“Where did you learn how to do THAT?” She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that Tina—who had never been with another woman—had just given her one of her best orgasms, if not the best.

Tina looked up and grinned devilishly at Bette.

“I’ll give you a list of book and movie recommendations later. Right now, I am hungry again.”

And with that she scooted down to her heavenly abode again to take Bette for another ride of her life.

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Los Angeles
12 am

Eric finished packing the last of his suits. His flight left early tomorrow and he felt nervous about going back to New York.

Two weeks away from home, away from his Dad, away from Tina. That was the longest he had gone without her since she came into his life. In these two weeks, he had expected her to call, to coax him to come back home early, to maybe even come with him, but she had not even made the effort to reach out to him. No phone calls to his cell or to his personal assistant. No emails either. It’s like he did not exist.

He thought back to the woman from the bar—Catherine. It would have been so easy for him to bring her back to his hotel room, have a night full of no-strings-attached sex and Tina would never find out. He had had many offers and opportunities in the past, but no desire to take up anyone. His heart lay with Tina, his beautiful wife, whom he loved more than his life.

Maybe she was waiting for his call, for him to break the ice and properly apologize for his stinging words. Eric knew he had said some things that were inappropriate, but for the most part, he had needed some answers. And when Tina came back to him, throwing herself into his arms and asking him to bed her, he thought he received the answers.

She had been a woman possessed that night, wildly passionate and lascivious and had driven him out of his mind. But when they woke up the next morning, the walls had come down and she was the same old ice queen. Her response to ‘I love you’ was that breakfast was ready and his flight was in less than 2 hours. He simply could not understand her.

What more did she need? He would do anything to make Tina happy, make her love him in the same way that he loved her.

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New York, 5am

Bette fucked her light and fast, deep and hard, filling her up from behind. Tina was dripping wet again as Bette plunged in and out easily, twisting and turning her fingers, leaving no part of her walls untouched and unloved. She slapped her ass cheeks, lifting one leg up around her, as she moved against Tina, plunging her fingers harder and deeper than before. Tina moaned into the pillow, filled with sheer ecstasy from the combination of pain and pleasure.

They had never ever experienced love-making so fast, so furious, yet so fulfilling and gentle, so animalistic yet so loving, so totally abandoned, pounding with reckless desire and wanton need. It was both terrifying and thrilling. They were two bodies, two souls becoming one entity, charged, hungry and desperate, having their first real meal in this lifetime.

After Tina had made Bette cum again, they had drifted off to sleep, temporarily sated and exhausted. Bette regained consciousness first and felt the need to grab a snack and have a shower, slipping out from underneath Tina. Not long after that, Tina woke up from her deep slumber nauseous and missing Bette, slipped on a robe and went looking for her, wondering if she had been dreaming. She wound up in the bathroom, with her head between the toilet seat, and Bette holding her hair back, worried sick.

“Are you sure we don’t need to go to the hospital?”

Tina had looked at her exasperated. “Bette, do you go to the hospital every time you throw up?”

“I am not the guinea-pig on non-FDA approved drugs.” Bette had countered, still angry about what Tina had done.

“Are you going to throw that at me each time you don’t like something?”

“I don’t know. Are you going to continue working for Helena?” She was full of throwbacks.

“I am NOT working for Helena!” She balled her fists, frustrated at this fight all over again.

“Then what are we doing here Tina?” She pulled the blonde into her arms, irritated by the white fluffy hotel robes between them.

“I know you didn’t bring us here to fuck all night.” Her expression softened, desire clouding over her eyes. She needed Tina again.

“Do I really need to answer that right now?” Tina read her eyes, her own hunger on the surface.

“Right now, I’ll rather that you show me.”

They ended up in the shower, devouring and enjoying every delicious morsel, savoring every inch, every delectable moment. Delirious from all the riveting mind-blowing sensations in positions she had never read about, Tina marveled at the feverish kisses, heated caressing, finger sucking, hair-grabbing, nails-digging-into-flesh.

There might have been a severe water shortage in New York if Bette had not objected to turning into human prunes. Not bothering to towel them down, figuring they will just get wet again, she carried Tina to bed where they were once again, totally decadent. There was no place left where Tina had not licked, sucked and kissed, and there wasn’t a square inch on her that Bette hadn’t done the same. Their coupling was reaching new heights, no longer the union of two bodies but two souls.

Bette flipped them over, topping Tina again. She roughly parted Tina’s lips, lowering herself down, mounted and started grinding into her, clit-to-clit, rubbing their juices together. Tina went buck lifting herself to meet each thrust, absolutely wild, sobbing into Bette’s chest, her voice not even recognizable to herself, loving the way Bette was making love to her with so much intensity, giving all of herself to Tina, holding nothing back.

They entwined their fingers, their slick bodies moving together, steadily climbing to abyss. Bette became aware of a cold, metallic object jutting against her skin. It was their wedding rings. She wanted nothing between them in this moment.

“Can I take this off?”

The question meant so much more than the action it suggested. Tina stared at Bette, her hand and the wedding ring, fresh new tears starting to flood her cheeks. Every pore was crying yes.

Bette tried again, tearing up herself, afraid that Tina was not with her on this, but decided to take the jump anyway.

“Do you T, knowing my love for you and returning it, realizing my strengths and learning from them, recognizing my weaknesses and helping me overcome them, take me, Bette, to be your not-so-lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish in sickness and in good health, for forever and more?”

The blonde started laughing and sobbing harder than before.

“I do.”

There was no other answer to that.

Bette quickly brought her hand out to wrestle the wedding ring off her finger, flinging it out of sight. She leaned down, placing soft kisses on Tina’s eyelids and cheeks, willing the tears away.

“And do you Bette, knowing my love for you and returning it, realizing my strengths and learning from them, recognizing my weaknesses and helping me overcome them, take me, Tina, to be your not-so-lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish in sickness and in good health, for forever and more?” Her voice cracked with immense happiness and sadness threatening to overwhelm her.

“I do. God I do.”

Tina slipped the ring off her finger, temporarily liberating them both from their imprisoning relationships. Her hands reached up to wipe the tears coming out of her favorite pair of eyes, and she pulled Bette towards her for a scorching kiss, signifying their union.

The two lovers wanted each other so desperately, they were trembling, burning, half-sobbing as they climbed the pinnacle of passion with renewed passion and vigor. Humping fast, faster, harder, steadier, driving Tina to the edge of the abyss and back as Bette worked herself out, panting heavily. Every touch was an ode of love; every sound an orchestra of passion; every caress touched their souls; every kiss rocked them to the core. Heat to heat, flesh to flesh, breast to breast, clit to clit, they melted into each other, like hot molten metal, their bodies merging as if they were fluid, and could just meld into each other.

“T…look at me,” Bette urged Tina as she approached her climax, grinding against her, rotating her hips about to fully encompass all of Tina.

“I….uh…Bette…” Tina tried to open her eyes, her senses completely assaulted by the pleasure waves that Bette was wrecking through her body. Even her voice was ebbing and flowing like a drug in her bloodstream.

“C’mon baby…I want…to look into your eyes…as you cum,” Bette pleaded.

The nerves. The arousal. The anticipation. The need.

With the last ounce of concentration, Tina opened her eyes, smoky and lusty hazel orbs staring into deep chocolate ones, equally lusty and hooded with desire. The love, passion and promise in Bette’s eyes sent Tina over the edge again. This time, she did not know where she ended and where Bette began as they came together, sharing their orgasm with each other.

The world reeled, screeched, turned upside down, and back up again, racing to perfection.

Some things could not be expressed in words—there were no adjectives left to describe the incredible connection between Tina and Bette as they came together. Wildly romantic. Outrageously passionate. Throbbing with pleasure. Sobbing in love. Everything about Tina was setting Bette on fire, everything about Bette was setting Tina on fire and they were simply consumed in the flames of love and passion, losing themselves to the waves of orgasmic bliss, and then the many aftershocks rippling through their bodies together. Bodies melded, souls merged as hearts had much earlier, completing their journey of becoming one.

Tina almost blacked out with exhaustion but flashes of her life passed through her mind as Bette fell against her enveloping her body, the familiar act and feel of Bette falling on top of her jarring her memory and she burst into sobs of pleasure, pain, guilt, relief, happiness and heartbreaking sadness.

Bette came to her senses as she heard Tina sobbing against her. With their centers still together, she pressed tighter into Tina, hugging her, cradling her face into her chest and cried along with Tina in a bitter-sweet post-coital bliss.

There was no disharmony in this one moment, a moment that would encompass a lifetime.

Tina POV

This was what all the fuss was about. This is what she had been missing her entire marriage. This was the amazing spectacle seen in movies, read in books, gushed over from adolescence to adulthood. This was the unearthly perfection that people spent their entire lives trying to achieve.

And she had it. Right here in her arms, if only for one night.

Love. Her intense burning gaze proclaimed love as she moved inside me. I couldn’t stay still. I rose up to meet her, kissing her furiously, meeting her thrusts till a rhythm developed between us, a rhythm forged of the mutual cries, thundering of our hearts, slick juices of our bodies and the throbbing of every nerve. One slight caress felt like a thousand and one kiss ignited more pleasure than a thousand kisses over my lifetime.

Each was memorable; each imprinted and burned into memory by her loving gaze. She filled every pore with her love; a growing warmth steadily enveloped me and turned into a heat that roared fiercely. My fingertips and toes tingled and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I hear a distant noise, screaming, announcing the coming of daybreak. Was that Bette? Or was that me? I could not distinguish. It hardly mattered since we were one.

Bette POV

She took a long moment to savor the aftermath, not wanting the wickedly tormenting but utterly desirable pleasure to end, not wanting the moment to slip by, not wanting time to move on. She heard the ragging breathing against her ear, the wild thumping of Tina’s heartbeat beneath her, the glorious feel of heated skin on skin. Their arms were wrapped tightly around each other unwilling to let go. And then there was the dazzling sensation of still being one with her T, being inside her.

Bette had had sex countless times, more than she wanted to remember, but this was the first time she had made love. And she didn’t know it could ever feel like this.

She felt so sated while still insatiable for Tina.

So complete. So at peace.

Sometime during the night, the pain had stopped. She didn’t feel the dull throbbing ache in her knee, at least temporarily. She smiled in wonderment, placing soft, gentle kisses on Tina’s head, combing her fingers through the damp blonde hair.

Neither wanted to think about the consequences. Work, school, families, responsibilities, were all off the table. Tonight was just about them, and their love for one another. Maybe they were selfish, maybe cowardly, but none should question their immense love and need, their homecoming.

They drifted off to sleep unaware of what the future would bring, but knowing that in their hearts, and under the sanctity of their love, they were one, wife and wife.

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