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    Story written on December 5, 2004 by fanficchick.
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    Number of Comments: 43
    Words: 685
    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=50588
    Author Notes:

    Journey of a thousand miles

    Bette and Tina worked side by side in the kitchen, laughing and sipping wine as they put together the ingredients for dinner. Each time Bette touched her, a light hand on her hip or waist to reach around for the measuring spoons or open a cupboard door, Tina longed for more. There was something both comforting and illicit about Bettes physical nearness, about having those beautiful hands on her body. It was a delicious juxtaposition that only stoked the fire of want that had been glowing inside of Tina from their first dizzying kiss a month ago. And somewhere between lighting the candles on the dining room table and feeding Bette the last morsel of cheesecake from her plate, Tina decided that tonight would be the night to let that blaze finally engulf her. So as they lingered over their second cups of coffee, Tina reached for Bettes hand.

    Its getting late, Tina said softly, tracing her thumb along the back of Bettes wrist.

    I guess so, Bette said, her eyes filled with flickering candlelight.

    Maybe we can have breakfast together tomorrow.

    Tina saw Bette struggle for a moment to get her disappointment in check before she smiled warmly and nodded. What time do you want to meet?

    How about whenever you roll over and wake me up?

    Bettes eyes grew wide with realization, and she tightened her grip on Tinas hand. Are you sure?

    Tina nodded wordless assent, swallowing hard and returning Bettes smile with one of her own.

    Everything that came after seemed almost dreamlike to Tina. Each button opened, each layer removed, each new mystery of scent and sight and sound revealed. And it all happened so slowly. There was nothing even remotely hurried or perfunctory about the way Bette touched her. Less careful, less skillful lovers had given only cursory attention to Tinas needs and desires, rushing impatiently until they reached their final destination and took their own satisfaction, unaware of the secrets that lay hidden beneath her skin and muscle and bone. But not Bette.

    With a tenderness that nearly made Tina weep, Bette traversed the landscape of her body as if she were on a pilgrimage. Each curve and angle along the way was a holy place, a blessed shrine where Bette paused to worship with her hands and lips and whispered, awestruck prayers. Bette was incredibly attentive, and she responded to each of Tinas sighs, each soft intake of breath, each low moan, with sweet vigilance, drawing out every possible nuanced sensation, extending every moment of Tinas pleasure.

    By the time Bettes journey brought her to Tinas center, Tina was so highly, achingly aroused that she was certain she would careen into her climax with no more than a single caress. But Bettes graceful hands set a slow, seductive pace, inviting Tina to join her in an erotic ballet of hips and fingers, lips and tongues, rising and falling and rising again. Touching, finding, feeling. Over and over. The tempo of their dance increasing gradually, following music only they could hear.

    Gently, insistently, Bette found a place inside of Tina that had never been discovered. A hunger that had never been satiated. For an instant, maybe even less than that, as Tina sensed this new door opening within her, she felt suddenly, unexpectedly vulnerable. But before she could even blink open her eyes, Tina heard Bettes whispered reassurance.

    Trust me, Tina. Ive got you.

    And that simple promise was all Tina needed to grant absolute, unquestioning permission. She reached up to touch Bettes face, grounding herself once again in her lovers nearness, sliding her hand down lower, finding Bettes heartbeat below her palm. The crescendo of Tinas ***** coursed through her body, holding her in an almost unbearably exquisite tension, lingering like the final, ethereal note of an aria. Suspended in time like the single word she called out.

    Bette.

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    2. Kept up with all of these,but Gee.aaai have a large knot on my head,the chair is across the room,and my head on the desk,holding on by my chin trying to read When Tina said when you wakeme up, to Bette saying Trustme,I have you. OMG,that was beautiful. We all would have liked to be in tinas bed. Thanks

    3. FFC..I have just read all of your chapters and i must say i’m in awe………you are very talented and I love this story…this last chapter….my god….all I can say is WOW. I am a new and devoted fan. thank you

    5. Okay, I have sufficiently recovered to comment. I love your use of metaphor here. It just adds another layer of depth to your already oustanding writing. Not too much, not to little, just the right amount of metaphor to beautifully describe their intimate encounter. I can tell you were TOTALLY in the zone when you wrote this. Excellent FFC. Thank you.

    8. Reads; thud; wakes up , rubs head, thinks ‘Wow!’
      Reads again; thud; wakes up, rubs head, thinks ‘Wow!’
      Reads again; thud; wakes up, rubs head thinks ‘Wow!’
      ………..

    20. Tha was…I don’t think words exist to describe how beautiful, so utterly perfect that was. Simply amazing. Your talent is incredible. The more you write, the better it gets.

    26. *chest bump for FFC* You know you’re the poo-poo. You use of imagery and words makes me want to grab the nearest microphone and sing your praises. I mean, it’d be more like kareoke (sp?) but d*mn if my heart wouldn’t be in the right place. :D 5 stars for this amazing chapter!!!

    36. Oh. My. God. I am speechless and I, too have fallen over onto the floor and lay there in wonder as to how you can be such an amazing writer. Wow. 5 stars!

    37. Brava!
      I stopped breathing at “How about whenever you roll over and wake me up.” and then gasped at “Trust me Tina, I’ve got you.” In between was erotic and beautiful. You expressed Tina’s thoughts and feelings so well.

    42. ffc!!! OMG I don’t even know how to decribe what I feel right now. You have left me speechless. WOW. Your talent for writing is unreal. I was there in that moment. I SWEAR I WAS THERE!! AMAZING!

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