"I love you," Bette whispered, pulling away momentarily and then returning to a kiss. Their cries of sorrow, anger and regret all coalesced into white noise.

"No. No. No," Tina turned her head, and again found an untapped strength that allowed her to push Bette off of her so she could straddle her, pinning Bette’s arms to the bed as her screams reverberated.

"Fuck you, you fucking cunt! Fuck you!"

Exhaustion is taking over, but the adrenaline is pumping. Tina leaned forward to bite Bette’s shoulder. Bette screamed out in agony at the sensation. Her cries are from physical as well as emotional pain now.

"God…Please…" Bette screamed.

Tina leaned in again and bit even harder. It was Bette’s turn to struggle to get free. Their fight has exhausted her. Tina paused and moved up from where she bit Bette’s breast. She kisses her and Bette kisses back. Bette succumbs to whatever happens next; her body limp.

Tina took Bette’s hand and guided it forcefully back between her legs, pulling her underwear aside to feel Bette fingers penetrate her deeply. She forces her hips down in an effort to fuck the pain away. Bette sobs even as she moves inside and over her. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but not a word is uttered.

Tina sits up from leaning over her, throwing her head back at the increasing sensations as she grasped at Bette’s fingers. Bette leans up with her. Tina fully straddles her as fingers drive deeper, thumb stroking at her clit with a savage precision. Tina’s thighs contract and relax to ride out her impending climax. Their cries continue, but they’re now intermingled with a primal moaning as Tina shudders, one hand grabbing at Bette’s elbow in an effort to steady her body’s reaction from the force of her orgasm. 

Bette feels Tina’s nails dig into her arm, and winces before leaning in to kiss at her breasts, drawing the last of the quivers from her begging body.  Tina’s body loses all ability to  maintain its tone as she collapses into Bette, depending on her entirely to hold her up. Bette is also completely spent. They fall back onto the bed, still wrapped up in each other, and cry quietly together as Bette stroked Tina’s hair.