"No, I want you to talk dirty to me – I mean I-I don’t want you to do that! … Oh god," Tina stuttered, trying to hide her face when Bette pursed her lips to keep the laughter in. Tina could be so adorable.

"You don’t want me to talk dirty to you?"

"Never."

Bette chuckled softly and teased Tina’s lips for another kiss that came just as easily as she expected. Tina liked for her to steal little kisses here and there almost as much as Bette liked to take them. "Baby, I talk dirty to you a lot. I know how much you like it. That’s okay."

"Mmm," Tina smiled again, looking up at Bette and coaxing out the naughty side of her wife that came so easily in her presence. She squeezed her legs against Bette’s sides, telling her wife just how much she needed to feel that take-charge attitude. It was a physical conversation.

Bette’s hands moved Tina’s wrists up further toward the pillow, pressing down a little harder as she looked into her eyes. "Does that feel good?"

Tina’s heart picked up its rhythm, but she tried to calm herself. To remain in control. She didn’t want to confess what she was really interested in – it had been hard enough to come to terms with on her own. "Yes …" she heard herself whisper, tugging lightly at her arms to test the movement allowed to her. She could hardly move them at all. Bette was staring down at her, smiling because she liked to play with Tina.

"How about … this," Bette whispered, kissing Tina so hungrily that their teeth bumped together for a moment. But even with the shock of the unexpected, the kiss was so sensual and so physically-involving that it was only moment until they’d both forgotten about any surprises. Their bodies seemed to melt together, touching and pressing.

The feeling was so heavenly that Tina pulled her lips away to turn her head, panting. "Talk dirty to me …"

Bette kept kissing Tina, all along her neck and then seeking out her mouth again – still conscious of the fact that Tina was only wearing a tank top. Bette herself wasn’t wearing much more – shorts and loose shirt. But even with all of her distraction, Bette focused on Tina’s desperate plea. It was exciting them both, and so Bette responded in kind. "Do you like spreading your legs for me?"