CHAPTER 8

            Bette blinks her eyes open and feels a familiar discomfort in her arm, the weight of another warm body. It was not a dream as she had previously imagined, she believed for sure that the lack of sleep made her mind travel into realms of sweet fantasy; Tina in her arms, in their bed, holding her. She as it seems is pleasantly wrong. Her arm is asleep beneath the angelic blonde. She yearns to move it but does not because the loss of contact would be decidedly worse than the current discomfort. She shifts to get closer to Tina spooning her in her arms afraid to let go. She nuzzles her nose into Tina’s blonde locks and inhales.

            “Mmmm…” The soft moan catches Bette of guard. ‘Shit… shit, shit. I woke her up.’ Bette prays Tina doesn’t fully wake to realize where she is and ultimately regret her choices. Tina’s senses are just returning as she opens her eyes to the light streaming in through the windows.

            “Bette…” Tina shifts a bit snuggling even closer than before placing her hand on top of Bette’s which is currently resting upon her stomach. “Are you awake?” She asks drawing circles on Bette’s hand. Her question meets only silence. She picks up Bette’s limp hand and kisses it softly before taking it and placing it on her breast. “I know you’re awake.”

            “Tee…” The warmth of Tina’s milky white breast penetrates Bette’s being.

            “Why didn’t you answer when I asked if you were awake?”

            “Cause I thought if I was awake then you’d want to leave.” The hand resting on Tina’s breast begins to move almost as if on its own, “and I didn’t want you to leave.” She finishes her sentence in a whisper.

            “Bette…” The sensation coursing through Tina’s body makes her lose her train of thought immediately. Bette’s movements become more rigorous, taking Tina’s nipple and rolling it between her fingers.

            “I’ve missed you so much.”

            “Bette maybe we should…” Tina begins to put an end to their current situation until Bette’s hand travels from her right breast to her left.

            “Do you want me to stop?” A breath catches in Tina’s throat. ‘No I never want you to stop.’  She thinks. Her head simply nods yes. Bette slowly pulls her hand away and untangles herself from their embrace.