“Fuck, Tee… I need you.” Bette breathed as she urged Tina to move back to her previous position. “I want you so fucking much.”

She kissed Tina passionately on the mouth.

Tina was the next one to disengage contact. She pulled back to sit on her behind as her eyes looked longingly at Bette’s lithe body, barely covered by a flimsy dress.

“I’m sorry, Tee.”

“What for?” Tina breathed, finally looking up at Bette’s face. “What did you do?”

She was beginning to worry that something had happened unknown to Tina.

“For initiating the kiss that led to this when you told me you weren’t ready.”

Tina rolled her eyes playfully and leant forward, her hands were placed on either side of Bette’s head as she hovered above her.

“I wanted this Bette. I’m just not ready to go the whole way, if you know what I mean? I don’t mind kissing and, well, what we did but-Oh my God….”

“What?” Bette frowned deeply.

“You might want to look in a mirror.”

Before Bette could ask what she was going on about, Tina lifted a hand and pressed her finger into a spot on Bette’s neck. The brunette immediately felt a twinge of pain and hissed dramatically.

“I gave you a hickey.” Tina stated, matter-of-factly, in a proud voice.

Bette glared at her, but it didn’t have the affect she wanted, as Tina giggled softly. Completely unfazed by Bette’s “evil eyes”.

“Oh come on, you love it really… You love my mouth and tongue on your neck… Don’t you?” Tina leant down so their noses touched. “Admit it, Porter.”

Bette smiled coyly, “Possibly.”

“Is it weird that we’re in this position and we only met, well, not long ago?” Tina said with a small sigh.

“Why? Are you regretting it?”

She propped herself up on her elbows so she was closer to Tina as she awaited her answer.

“No, I’m not regretting it. I just worry if… I don’t know, are we rushing it?”

“Is that you telling me you want to slow down?” Bette straightened up completely and draped her arms around Tina’s waist. “If that is what you want, tell me Tee. I can wait for you.”