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Bette woke, contemplating the darkness around them, with the only sounds coming from the gentle splash of occasional waves against the poles of their villa, which was built over shallow water, and the croak of geckos under the clear night sky.  She inhaled deeply, and picked up on the scent of oils she’d used on Tina earlier that evening.  She smiled: in return Tina had stimulated Bette to wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, then saucily walked off, leaving Bette "a quivering mess," as the brunette had admitted, before drifting off to sleep while Tina took a shower.

Tina stirred in her sleep and rolled to her back, eyes beginning to flutter open.  Bette smiled, and slid over her, pausing briefly to gaze at her wife, struck, again, by the beautiful face now slightly illuminated by the shaft of moonlight that suddenly spilled across the open window in the far-end of the spacious bedroom.  She dipped her head to kiss the blonde slowly and deeply, coaxing Tina awake. She felt Tina’s hands gently stroke her back, fingertips imparting fluttering touches along her spine, hands tracing circles over the muscles on her back and side. 

The blonde’s legs parted so that Bette could settle more comfortably over Tina’s body, which was now steadily warming up. “Bette,” the blonde murmured huskily. 

“Mhmmm?,” Bette answered, kissing Tina lazily on her chin, then sliding her mouth to the blonde’s delicious neck. 

“Do you know how many times the average British woman has sex? Researchers say it could be true of Americans, as well.” 

“A day?,” Bette asked naughtily, nibbling at an earlobe, then kissing Tina in that sensitive spot behind her ears. 

The blonde moaned, “Unhh…no silly. Every week.” 

“Ten?,” Bette answered, the random number popping into her head, as she began to nibble on Tina’s neck, sucking on it, until she heard Tina gasp, then cooling it with tender licks. 

“4.8,” Tina answered.  “Down from 6.3 or something like that, in 2000.” 

“Hmmm…seems low,” Bette commented, “I think we’re closing in on that average tonight alone…” 

Tina chuckled, then moaned as Bette covered one nipple, licking it and then opening her mouth to suck in more of the breast, the deep pull hollowing out the brunette’s cheeks. She felt the ache in her core deepen as Bette massaged the other breast, squeezing it then releasing.