"Uhh … fuck …" Bette smirked, panting over Tina’s equally exhausted form. "What … has gotten into you … these past few mornings?"

"What?" Tina asked with some guilt, shy about how desperately she had needed sex upon waking. This morning she had practically guided Bette’s hand between her legs.

Swallowing hard, Bette looked down to her wife’s beautiful body and smiled. "You … you’ve been so hot and bothered every morning baby. And I’m not complaining! I’m not. I just wanna know why. Is there … any particular reason?"

Tina looked embarrassed, trying to turn her head away.

"Aww baby, please tell me?" Bette said, kissing Tina’s ear and then softly on her neck. She was still comfortably laying between Tina’s legs, and it gave her a sense of control. She could tell Tina wanted more. "Pleeease? I wanna know so I can keep doing it."

Tina smiled at Bette’s appetite for her – it was crazy, but she liked it. "I just … I guess I get excited …"

"Yeah?" Bette whispered, knowing how to get Tina to admit to something like this by now. They had shared nearly every fantasy with each other, and she was confident in the skill. "Why don’t you tell me why?" With that, she started grinding with Tina, licking and kissing her neck. "Tell me …"

"Uhh," Tina groaned with frustration – she knew she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer. "It’s a dream … I keep having it …"

"Yeah?" Bette smirked, careful exactly how to kiss Tina as her lips brushed up the sensitive neck. "Tell me all about it, baby."

Tina tilted her head back and relented. Not quite as descriptive as the dreams themselves, but she told Bette as much as she could remember of her last dream – the one she had woken from that morning.

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She was riding the subway, relatively oblivious to any staring that was directed at the glimpse of her thigh allowed by her skirt. Keeping her eyes on the paper in her hands, she held onto the upper rail on the subway. It was becoming a bumpy ride, and she let out a sigh at having to stand amidst the heavy crowd.

She was aggravated with her choice of heels, as they were becoming uncomfortable, when suddenly she felt something on her skirt, on the back of her thighs. Quickly, she whipped her head around to see oblivious faces, all focused on something else. ‘Did someone just touch me? No, maybe they just bumped into me. Whatever. It’s not a big deal, just finish reading.’ After shaking her head and resuming her read, she felt it again. That was definitely a hand on her thigh. Standing behind her was a beautiful woman, but she didn’t look suspect. In Tina’s dream, Bette was a stranger – dressed as formally as herself, and busy with reading notes of some kind. When she caught Tina staring at her, she asked "Can I help you?" The voice seemed to echo, but Tina just shook her head and apologized.