The blonde held her tightly in return “Promise” she mumbled into Bette’s chest.

“Yes, I love you Tee”

“I love you, too”

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Tina had been food poisoned. Something in the dish she ate had had a violent reaction on her bowels causing the upset stomach and constipation. She had been ashamed having to explain to the doctor her symptom that’s why she had been reluctant in going to the hospital. She wanted to blame Bette for the embarrassing moment but knew it would be childish to do so.

When they got home Tina had headed straight for the bathroom while Bette retired to bed. She sat up in bed with the lamp beside her on reading one of her favorite author book. The novel was a lesbian murder/ romance, when she was getting to a very erotic part she felt the wetness in her underwear. The two leading characters in the book Jennifer and Laurel were getting pretty heated as they got into sixty-nine position. Bette was so aroused she started to run her right hand down her stomach into her underwear when Tina dressed in Bette’s old college t-shirt.

She jumped a mile flinging the book away as if it had burned her. “I wasn’t doing anything” she said to Tina who was looking at her strangely.

Tina knew exactly what Bette had been doing. She couldn’t blame her when she had secretly taken the same book from Bette she had done the same thing.

“Do I like a fool, Bette?” Tina asked sarcastically slowly approaching the bed. Bette blushed with embarrassment.

She had taken a shower and the medication prescribed to her but still felt like a bus, a train and a plane had run over her.

Sensing the blonde’s distress Bette got up pulling her wife into her arms. “My poor baby” she said rubbing Tina’s back offering comfort.

“Babe” Tina whispered softly

Bette barely heard her “Hmm”

Tina swallowed hard. The request she was about to make was very embarrassing “I need your help….I’m kinda…sore.”

“Sore” Bette repeated confused “Your throat” Remembering Tina’s purging incident.

Tina turned red “Not there”

“So wher…” She stopped when it dawned on her what Tina meant. She had also been constipated. “Oh, there” Tina hid her face in Bette’s chest. Bette cleared her throat. “Is…is there anything, uhh, to help with that…”