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“I…”
“Are you sure? We can wait, T, really I…I can wait” she said, her heart silently whispering “ for you. For you, I would wait forever”
Tina’s eyes sharpened and her jaw locked into a stubborn expression Bette was becoming increasingly familiar with.
“I’m sure,” her voice was soft, but her eyes were wide and hopeful. Nimble fingers grabbed into the loop of Bette's jeans, silently begging for something Bette was desperate to give her.
The blonde’s hands were shaking but her shoulders were set tight, screaming silently that her nervousness wasn’t rejection, but self-doubt.
Tina wanted Bette. And Bette had known for weeks, since their first meeting at her gallery, that whenever Tina felt ready, she was there for the taking.
"Could I maybe... touch you first? I want to..." Tina brushed the tip of her fingers across Bette's collarbone, drawing little shapes on the skin, writing silent words she couldn't bring her lips to utter. Tina didn't know what she was doing to her. The desire that sizzled beneath Bette's skin, the ache in her hands to bring her closer…it almost suffocated her. "I really want you, B. So much."
Fuck.
Something in her stomach tightened, but her mind desperately begged her to calm down.
This was not the first time they had been there, almost crossing the line, but not quite. She knew it was new for Tina and she didn't want to rush her. Like only a handful of times before –" never like this, " her mind whispered – she wanted to take her time. To savor every moment with Tina before jumping into bed with her, to extend their pleasure for as long as possible, beyond the walls of her bedroom, beyond every inch of Bette's heart.
For the rest of their lives.
She knew she had been pondering this for far too long when she saw Tina's face crumble. With a small step, she closed the small distance between them, pulling them flush together and gently cupping the blonde's face in her hands.
"Of course, baby, of course you can. I'm sorry, I was just thinking.” She whispered.
"What were you thinking?" Tina's voice was soft, but her hands tightened on her jeans.
"How much I...." Love you. "How much I want you. How I can't wait to explore every inch of your skin." How I can’t wait to hear you moan my name . She traced the blonde's face and neck as she spoke, watching transfixed as the skin beneath her fingertips took on a deep crimson color.
"Oh..." she swallowed heavily at that.
A heartbeat, two, three.
"So, do you want to?"
Bette stilled for a moment, waiting to see if maybe Tina would say it again, but the blonde's surprised and glassy eyes gave her the answer. Tentatively, she let the distance between their lips lessen softly and invitingly, basking in the warmth of the blonde’s lips.
Bette doesn't think she's ever had kisses like this before, kisses that can be nothing and everything at the same time. She hadn't realized that the juxtaposition of desperation and tenderness could culminate in...love.
"Hum...so I want...what?" Tina's voice was breathless and it made her smile.
"To touch me, you can, but only if you want to."
Tina bit her lower lip, hesitating only for a second. With trembling hands and a brave face, she let go of Bette's jeans to gently explore the smooth expanse of her back, burying her face in the tanned neck, breathing in the scent of the woman who'd changed everything.
The woman she was going to want forever.
Tina's ragged breathing sent little puffs of air just below her ear, making her shiver. She knew the blonde was nervous and Bette was trying to keep a slow rhythm, making sure that Tina would not regret this.
And make sure she –Bette– wasn't someone Tina would regret.
She allowed herself to reciprocate Tina's caresses, letting her hands roam up the blonde's back, taking a little detour to the creamy skin of her arms and neck, settling on the small of her back for a few seconds before finally moving back up.
When Tina's hands stopped shaking and she seemed to regain her confidence, Bette grabbed a handful of blonde hair, gently but firmly, pulling her face back, making Tina whimper before colliding her mouths together.
She tasted sweet, like wine.
Her tongue brushed lazily against Tina's lower lip, sliding through the pink skin. Memorizing it. A pair of arms flung themselves desperately around her neck as the blonde deepened their kiss, hot breaths mixing, wet flesh moving against each other.
Bette met her enthusiasm halfway, and they kissed a little harder, a little messier. Her hands quickly traversed the expanse of Tina's body again, from her face to the side of her breasts, to her quivering belly, finally settling on her hips, gripping her tighter, pulling her closer. Tina grunted into her mouth and fell against her.
One of the hands on her neck slid through her hair, flushing their faces even closer together, open mouths meeting with unbridled desire, hot tongues gliding against one another.
They kiss once, twice, three more times before there's nothing sweet left between them, only desperation and hunger. Bette pushes forward and Tina wobbles, clutching at Bette's neck and hair, trying to keep herself steady, but it only makes Bette want to push harder, thrust forward, and kiss deeper.
There goes her self-control.
Bette worries for a second that she's being too forceful, but Tina... Tina not only kisses back with equal fervor, she licks into Bette's mouth, sucking on her tongue and letting out a little mewling sound from the back of her throat that drives her wild. A flash of heat shoots down between her legs and all Bette can do in response is bend over just enough for one hand to slip between their bodies, under Tina's shirt, cupping the blonde's breast with just enough pressure to make the blonde moan loudly, delighted at the bare skin she found –of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra. A bright red flushed deep into Tina's neck, disappearing down her throat at the involuntary noise and how needy it sounded.
Smiling at that, Bette lets her fingers casually flick the blonde's nipples, pushing her to forget all about her embarrassment and slowly fanning the heat building deep in her belly.
Tina's skin was so soft under her fingertips that she wanted to take a bite, leave an undeniable mark of their passion, and mark her forever as her own.
In the same way that she was already Tina's, for as long as she wanted her.
Slowly, she nudged the blonde's hips without separating their mouths, awkwardly trying to lead her to her bedroom, to the bed, before she lost all composure and decided that the kitchen was just the place for their first time.
But Tina deserved better than that. And Bette would make sure of that.
Between kisses, she belatedly thanked the universe when she noticed the bedroom door was open. It was only a few more steps before they were at the edge of the bed and she gently pushed Tina's shoulders until she sat down. Before she could move, and without releasing her neck, Tina pulled Bette down with her eyes half closed and the devil in her smile.
She looked like sin.
Smirking at the blonde's eagerness, she propelled herself up again, using the motion to grab the hem of Tina's sweater and pull it up and over her head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Bette's mouth immediately went dry at the sight. She had felt Tina's breasts, she had marveled at the touch, but to see them was something else entirely. Her nipples were a blushing pink, a stark contrast to the inches of pale, soft alabaster skin she was dying to lick.
“Bette…” Tina moaned, “baby…”
Bette's self-control finally gave way. She knew Tina wanted to touch her first, but she couldn't help it, not with the blonde so soft and wanting underneath her, not with her skin flushed and her eyes half closed and glassy with desire. How could she not take and take and take and take when Tina looked at her like that?
Like she –Bette– was everything?
With one knee on the bed and her other leg hanging over the edge, she dived down to taste Tina's lips again, using one hand to grab her chin and open her mouth, wanting to explore it whole, tasting every inch.
Between kisses, she began to make a path from Tina's lips to the line of her neck, the curve of her jaw, biting into her pulse point. The answering moan made her stomach clench and a new wave of wetness hit her. Her mouth moved lower and lower until it found the curve of Tina's breast, lush and ready. Pressing open-mouth kisses around it, Tina whimpered a barely intelligible " bite it ," and oh, Bette does. She lets her mouth wander first, kissing from the top of one breast to Tina's sternum, then up the curve of the other, leaving small bite marks in its wake.
Boldly, she took a nipple between her teeth, flicking it with her tongue before applying the tiniest bit of pressure, biting down just enough to make the pain feel like pleasure. She didn't expect the sound that came from Tina's mouth. It was a loud moan, guttural and hot from the back of the blonde's throat, and it hit right between Bette's legs.
"Tina?" She half moaned, half asked, her mouth still pressed against the blonde's breasts.
"Y-yeah?"
"Can I-?" She dropped her hand to the hem of Tina's jeans and underwear, trying to convey her question without words.
Tina nodded and in one fluid motion, Bette stood up, tossed her own shirt out into the room, kneeled on the floor, and quickly unzipped Tina's jeans.
She had been waiting for this moment.
With a few tiny kicks, they managed to quickly pull the pants off the blonde's pale legs.
Bette flexed her hands against Tina's thighs, slowly parting her legs. Her underwear was soaked and inviting, prompting her to plant an open-mouthed kiss against it, more tongue and spit than anything else, but finally getting a taste of this woman who's been slowly driving her wild.
Tina's back arched in response and she grabbed a handful of Bette's hair trying to keep her there.
Smiling, she dragged her tongue from the pool of wetness just below Tina's navel, enjoying the sharp pain Tina's clenching hand on her hair.
It was a pain that felt like a triumph.
"Baby...I need..." Tina moaned and Bette answered biting one of her inner thighs, making her whimper.
"What do you need?" Her hands moved slowly to the strings of Tina's underwear, tugging at them experimentally, but without moving them. She was waiting for Tina's answer.
"I need..." The blonde breathed out.
"Yes?" Tina's eyes were tightly closed, but her jaw was slack, her mouth open.
This woman was going to be her wife one day. She was sure of it.
The hand in Bette's hair tightened again, pushing her face toward the center.
"I need you...to fuck me...now," each word accompanied by a soft moan as Bette planted small kisses against her underwear. Teasing her.
“With pleasure.” And oh was it ever.
Grabbing a handful of Tina's ass cheeks in each hand, she took the seams of her underwear from the back and pulled them almost all the way down, leaving one last kiss on the fabric before undressing her completely.
Tina's hips jerked as soon as the fabric left her skin, brushing her clit on the way.
Bette pulled back just a few inches to look at her before burying her nose and mouth in the small patch of hair there, gently licking and exploring Tina's folds, pushing her ass up to bring her even closer.
There, with her legs parted and glistening, Tina looked like the epitome of Bette's desires. Her own Galatea brought to life.
With the blonde’s body like that, it was oh so easy for Bette to glide her fingers through her, gently parting her with her thumb, applying the lightest pressure up and down, up and down, like the sweetest massage. "You're so... pretty, Tina. So pretty, so good," she murmured, working Tina until she was all gasps and moans.
Until there was only Bette on her mind.
"Baby I..." Tina gasped, raking her nails across Bette's shoulder blades, leaving angry red lines that she would wear proudly. "I..." Bette tilted her head to bite one of her thighs, erasing any word she might have wanted to say. Tina could only focus on the way Bette's neck was curved down, taking her time, leaving kisses that felt like fire.
"I..." Bette dragged her tongue along the inside of the soft skin there, gripping the other thigh tightly between her fingers, digging into the skin, driving her wild.
Without waiting for another word, she slid two fingers inside Tina, making her groan. She paused for a second, watching her reaction closely, before thrusting her hand again rhythmically as she lapped her tongue against her clit.
The way Tina’s body undulated beneath her was glorious.
"Baby..." Tina lifted her head, trying to see her. From between her thighs, Bette looked up, their eyes meeting at the exact moment she decided to slide her tongue inside the blonde.
"Ah..." Tina's head fell back onto the bed with a soft thud. Groaning, she dug her nails into Bette's scalp.
She pushed her tongue in and out a few more times before inhaling deeply and replacing her mouth with her fingers.
"I...I..." the blonde tried to speak between moans, but failed. Feeling the soft thighs tremble, Bette propped herself up, pumping her fingers deeper and faster, placing an open palm just below Tina's navel and pressing down gently.
The skin underneath tightened and Bette felt Tina's climax before she heard it, muscles clenching against her fingers, holding them there and quivering.
Tina reached the edge with a moan that glided as softly out of her mouth as the words spilling out of Bette’s chest.
I love you, I love you, I love you…
She wanted to capture this memory and burn it into her retinas so she could see it forever. To always remember the moment when her heart and her life ceased to be her own.
I love you, I love you, love me too
Bette looked at Tina, one hand on her hips and the other spread across her tense stomach, holding her down as she unraveled. She couldn't help but wonder, can someone's world be contained in another person's body? Can the human heart change the earth's gravity to fix its axis in the eyes of the woman she desperately loved? Because she felt like she was holding her entire universe in her hands, and that knowledge was... earth-shattering.
With soft kisses, she made a path towards Tina's lips, savoring the salty skin and her sweet scent. When she reached her face, she planted small kisses on the blonde's cheeks, nose and temples, making her giggle.
Bette had never felt happier in her life.
They lay there for a few seconds, wrapped around each other, enjoying the closeness.
"Wasn’t I supposed to go first?" Tina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I mean... you did," she replied cheekily.
The blonde slapped her arm in mock indignation.
"You know what I mean!" She whined, and Bette couldn't resist kissing the pout out of those lips.
"We have time, baby, don't worry." Her voice was soft and the arm she had around the blonde tightened.
"Oh, I know," Tina said, something heavy but luminous in her eyes. "We have our whole lives."
Bette's face broke into the brightest smile. The rest of their lives sounded just about right.