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            She rubbed her eyes. They were sore. As was her head. Leaning back on her hands, Tina let her eyes focus upon Bette with a look that she hoped was one of suspicion. It took a moment but then Bette’s naked form became abundantly apparent to her. The only thing apparent to her at that point. She didn’t attempt to remove her hands from Tina’s waist, like a deer caught in a spotlight. There was a pause between the girls. Tina finally stole a breath, leant forward and placed a passionate kiss upon her lover’s lips, without a word. Bette reciprocated, allowing herself to be pushed back. Tina crawled onto her body, taking the dominant spot. For the time being anyway. Bette, completely free of clothes, wriggled underneath Tina’s partially covered body, tugging at her jeans. Somehow they escaped Tina, along with her undies which were kicked into the corner of the bed. The girls let out a simultaneous grunt of a whisper as Tina gradually levered her naked skin down to where it belonged. Bette’s centre twitched, hardening to Tina’s movements. Her hands softly surfed the waves that were Tina’s back and arse. Kisses got deeper but still as slow as two exploring teenagers. Tina’s top position was contested almost straight away as Bette began to roll Tina slightly to the side and eventually onto her back. Her lover gave her no resistance. Still no words had been spoken. Tina’s alcohol impaired brain would not form any memories of this.

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            The afternoon sun was now retreating from our bed, as if it knew what was coming.  I could hear her voice again. “The best part about forgetting T is remembering.” Bette repeated for emphasis. She apparently thought it wasn’t enough that my body was actively pining for her. My hips bucked randomly, out of my control. I was a mess for her, emotionally and physically. Surely it wasn’t my fault that I couldn’t remember anything. The more information she offered, the more snippets of last night entered my head. And it was intoxicating. It was like watching the teasers for an upcoming episode of a favourite show. I needed more. I had watched the cliff hanger, now I needed the resolution.