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Tina lifted Angie out of the pool and into Bette’s arms. “You go with Mama B?”
“Mama B…”
“Yea, mama bumblebee. We do nappies.”
Their hands touched as Bette wrapped Angie in the towel. Tina hid her face under their daughter, purposefully letting her fingers linger innocently over Bette’s wrist.
The spark was instantaneous. The simple graze of Bette’s soft skin made the hairs on the back of Tina’s neck stand up.
How does she still do that to me?
Bette always felt any physical contact that occurred with Tina. She welcomed the inadvertent brush of their hands when they passed their daughter between them. It’s happened countless times since they’ve been split up. To Bette, it’s always a reminder of a connection that could never be broken. But in this moment Tina’s wet fingers lolled a second longer than they should have along the underside of her wrist.
“Are you ready, baby?” Bette’s breath inaudibly paused. It was a question she meant for Angelica but one that Tina so often answered after a gentle touch in the past.
Bette quickly recovered. “Yea, nighttime for nappies. I’ll be right back out.”
Is she flirting with me?
This was the second time this week Bette pondered the possibility. The other night at The Planet, Tina approached her at the bar while waiting for her drink. Bette side eyed Tina standing next to her, a blue halter dress hugging her body as she leaned over the bar for a napkin. She couldn’t ignore the effect of Tina’s recent workout regimen. She wanted to say something but refrained.
When Bette’s Manhattan was placed in front of her, Tina told the bartender, “I’ll have what she’s having.”
“Wow, that’s quite a shift for you,” Bette interjected.
“Ah, I’m feeling a bit risky. Trying new things. Besides, I always did like the way your mouth tasted after one.” Bette’s eyebrows shot up in response but Tina had turned toward the bartender. “Thank you,” Tina smiled when she took the drink.
Bette was overcome by Tina when she turned back to her. Her beauty, and also her last comment, rendered Bette speechless. Bette never failed to notice the light that emanated from her former partner. Even during the darkest of their days, Tina still glowed with a special magic that Bette felt was reserved only for her. And even after all the pain, she still missed smelling her blonde hair, kissing those pink, luscious lips, and playing with her soft hands.
“Cheers.” Tina said.
“Cheers…” Bette’s voice was a mere whisper. She raised her glass to Tina’s, lost in the hazel eyes that were drinking in Bette along with her bourbon.
Forgetting how to swallow, Bette started coughing with her first sip. The liquor burned in her throat, her eyes tearing in response. She turned, putting her back to the bar as she tried to stifle the sounds among the crowd.
“You ok?” Tina moved in front of Bette.
“Yea, wrong pipe.” Bette laughed not knowing what the hell was happening.
“Wait, let me get you a napkin.” Tina leaned aside Bette, over her shoulder, against her just enough to push Bette’s back more into the counter as people swarmed around them on either side. Bette felt Tina’s cheek brush hers, fighting the urge to dip her chin into the shorter woman’s neck, enticed by her sweet scent.
“Here you go.” Tina held a few cocktail napkins between their faces.
Bette could only smile as she took one.
“I’m going back to the girls. Are you coming to sit down?” Bette noticed Tina’s enticing shoulder shrug with her question.
Bette nodded quickly. “After I say hi to Phyllis.”
“Ok.”
Bette bit the inside of her mouth staring at Tina’s ass, enjoying her saunter back to the table until Alice caught her eye and started shaking her head at her.
What the fuck just happened?”
Tina waded through the pool, her knees a bit shaky as she fought the urge to follow Bette in to the house, put Angie to bed, and then take Bette back to what was once their bedroom and make her hers again. Stealing little touches of the electrifying skin and sneaking long glances at the beautiful brunette had made Tina feel a bit insane lately. It didn’t surprise her that they could still generate white heat from the slightest glint, but Tina knew she had irrevocably hurt Bette when she left her, and she felt she didn’t have a right to wanting her back. And yet she did. There was always a glimmer of something between them. Hope, love, lust, anger. All fiery emotions that never let what they had together extinguish. Tina had been secretly crushed when Alice told her that night at The Planet that Bette and Jodi were reconciling.
Alice gaped up at Tina as she came back to the table. “What the hell was that?”
“What?” Tina lightly shook her head and rolled her eyes to dispel Alice’s questions.
“That…that..” she pointed at the bar. “Tina! What the hell are you drinking?”
“What? I’m not doing anythiinng,” Tina’s slight drawl stretching out the word.
Alice, for once, felt speechless as she looked at her friend who was gazing across the room at Bette. After a few seconds of watching Tina, she leaned over and grabbed Tina’s hand. “Be careful, Tina. Bette and Jodi are working things out. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Tina recalled Alice’s words as she rested her head against the raft’s pillow. But her mind effortlessly wandered to Bette’s body that night. The clingy red top ruched in all the right places. The way her black bra, visible from where Tina stood next to her, hugged her sexy chest. She undid her own bikini top when she thought of Bette’s naked breasts, how they would fit in her hands, the taste of her nipple under her tongue, how her pink lips looked around the mocha skin as Tina would take her all in. Her hands drifted over the water as if they were gliding over Bette’s body. As she heard Bette exiting the kitchen she tilted her torso just a bit so Bette would see her ass and naked back when she came out. Tina giggled into the raft.
What am I doing?
Bette stopped and took a step back when she saw Tina’s glorious body shimmering under the sun. Her blonde hair falling loosely over her tanned back. Her back so muscular and smooth, Bette couldn’t help but imagine running her tongue down Tina’s spine, dipping into her back dimples, letting her teeth pull the black bikini bottoms down to her thighs before biting the creamy ass cheeks.
Bette closed her eyes and jostled her head as she sat down to squash the rising desire. She aimlessly flipped through a magazine, but with Tina floating in her peripheral she decided to sit on the edge of the pool. She adjusted her tank top a bit before Tina floated back around.
She could see Tina smiling, eyelids fluttering, her foot twirling in the air. Her hands skimmed the water. Bette wondered what she may be thinking about.
“You’re so beautiful.” Bette whispered ever so quietly so Tina would not hear her.
“Did you say something?”
“Uh no, just Angie’s mutterings.”
Fucking breathtaking
“So why didn’t you tell me Kate got fired?”
“I don’t know, I guess because you hate the movie business so much.”
Bette leaned back on her hands, her abs showing through the tight white top. She made circles in the water with her toes.
“I hope that didn’t screw things up between the two of you.”
Tina slid into the water, her boobs resting perfectly on the edge of the raft. She cocked her head. Bette could sense the scorn coming from her ex.
What are you doing, Porter?
Tina looked curiously at Bette.
“We still talk.” She didn’t want to satisfy Bette with a yes or no answer. She knew Bette’s jealousy was simmering and she considered it an invitation.
Tina placed her arms flat against the plastic. She angled her body so Bette couldn’t help but stare at her tits.
Come to me, Bette.
Bette rolled the flowing white pants up, putting her calves further in the water.
“Water’s nice. Why don't you come in?”
“Maybe later,” Bette replied, her eyes never leaving Tina’s golden chest. “So do you still see each other often?”
Bette sat straight up when she saw Tina push the float out from between them, the top of Tina’s bikini gliding away with it. She turned to Tina, her body glowing underwater, slithering closer to her.
“Kate? If she’s in LA.”
Bette nodded, her throat dry, unsure of where she was going with this line of questioning. And then it just came out, a verbal thought never considered before but apparently swimming in its own pool of Bette’s subconscious. “So what are you doing for sex?”
Did I really just ask that question?
Tina snickered in disbelief and swam away from Bette a bit. “You wanna know if I’m getting laid?”
“Is that off limits, too?”
Tina considered how to answer the inquisitive brown eyes looking down at her. She swam back, closer to Bette. “Depends.” She tilted her head flirtatiously, watching Bette’s chest hitch and cheek quiver as she stood up, waist above water, between Bette’s outstretched ankles.
Bette’s voice faltered trying to avoid staring directly at Tina’s wet breasts. “On?”
“Are you genuinely interested?
Bette let out a breath of air moving the hair out of her face.
“Or are you a bit jealous?”
Bette’s face stiffened, her jaw clenching as she lifted her finger to the back of her head.
Gotcha, babe.
“Did you just ask me if I’m jealous?” Bette knew her fake laugh was not going to convince Tina.
“I think you are a bit jealous.” Tina’s voice rose playfully as she splashed Bette’s legs.
“No, no. I just want you to be happy…and fulfilled.” Bette’s voice was suddenly hoarse. A tinge of apprehension spiking through it.
"Mmmhmm. Fulfilled, huh?” Tina splashed Bette again.
“Cmon T, you’re going to make me wet.”
Shit.
Shit.
Tina knew they thought it at the same time. Her’s however followed by Checkmate.
Tina grabbed Bette’s calves as she stood between them.
“That never bothered you before,” Tina bit her lip back, swaying between Bette’s legs, waiting for any small indication that it was ok to move closer.
“Tina…” Bette sounded small, delicate. Tina saw her ogle her body before Bette locked her ankles behind Tina’s back.
Tina pushed the white linen pants over Bette’s knees, moving her hands under the strong thighs. She pushed them into her sides, close to her breasts before she took a step closer.
“Am I making you wet now?”
Bette pulled Tina’s body in with her legs, her arms outstretched behind her. Tina could tell Bette was holding her breath as her wet nakedness rested between her legs. Tina moved her hands up Bette’s thighs to her hips. She ran her thumbs down her hip bones dipping them inside the edge of her pants. She flattened her hands and let her fingers lift Bette’s shirt as her palms chased the hem up to her boobs.
Bette’s head fell back, relishing in the way Tina was looking at her. Tina was taking her time, her fingers running over every inch of the mocha skin she had missed over the last few years. Tina teased herself, leaving Bette’s shirt just covering her nipples, only the bottom of her breasts visible. Tina’s thumbs tickled the underside of Bette’s chest before moving up to her shoulders and over her toned arms.
Bette’s ankles nudged into Tina, wanting the blonde against her. “Tinaaa”
“Shhh, I just want to savor you. You are so, so beautiful. So sexy.”
Bette brought one hand to Tina’s head, pushing a loose strand behind her ear, letting her fingers tangle in the blonde tresses. Tina was still focused on caressing Bette’s body.
Bette reached her other hand to Tina’s chin, tilting her lovely face up so she could look into Tina’s eyes.
Tina’s hands moved down Bette’s back, tracing over her thighs so that her thumbs met just over the center seam of Bette’s pants.
“Hi,” Bette moaned.
“Hello,” Tina murmured.
Bette leaned over, her mouth skimming over Tina’s. Their mouths open, toying with each other, top lip to bottom lip, bottom lip to top, top lip to chin, another brush of their lips. The anticipation of kissing again causing each woman to grab the other a little tighter, like they were holding on to reality for dear life. Tina’s tongue slipped out, a gentle flick between Bette’s lips, a come hither for Bette as she placed a deep, passionate kiss on Tina’s mouth.
Tina put her hands between Bette’s legs, resting them on the edge of the pool to hoist herself up as she inhaled Bette. Bette felt a sudden surge of wetness in her pants as she took in Tina’s newly muscular arms holding herself up out of the pool, to kiss her passionately, her bare breasts pressed against her, not once breaking her momentum on Bette’s mouth.
“T…I…god, I want you.”
Tina pulled away with a quick kiss to Bette’s lips and dropped back into the pool.
She pulled Bette’s pants off and guided Bette down into the water. Bette lifted her shirt over her head giving Tina full access to her breasts.
Tina put her mouth on one nipple, and fondled the other, stroking it between her fingers. Bette rolled her head, placing her hands on Tina’s shoulders, her fingers roaming along the sexy triceps. She fondled Tina’s breasts before allowing her hands to roam down her sides and untie the strings at her hips.
Tina licked up Bette’s neck, a trail from clavicle to ear before she huskily whispered, “I just want to fuck you.”
They started kissing frantically again, tongues clashing, hands combing through brown locks. Bette pulled Tina tighter against her. “You feel so good, T.”
“Spread your legs.”
Bette’s eyes glazed over, quivering at the sound of Tina talking dirty to her. She moved her head into Tina’s neck, spreading her legs wider, sighing as Tina’s hand slid into her center.
Tina glided her fingers between Bette’s folds, pinching her swollen clit. “You’re so swollen, baby.”
She continued doing figure eights over and around the sensitive nub, feeling a twinge between her own legs. She plunged two fingers into the brunette, pulling out and then entering her again harder. After a few thrusts she straddled Bette’s thigh, rubbing her clit against it as she fucked Bette.
“Oh my god, Tinaaa.”
“You feel so good, babe.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I miss fucking you, feeling you come on my fingers, clenching around me.”
“I’m close, so close.”
Tina moved her thumb over Bette’s clit slapping it with each thrust. Tina’s hips kept the same rhythm on Bette’s thigh. Bette held onto Tina by her ass, watching her expression as she rocked closer to her face with every thrust.
“Babe…Bette…”
Bette licked Tina’s lips. “Come with me, T.”
Tina increased her power into Bette, curling and twisting her fingers until she could barely move them at all. Bette’s walls clenched. She let out a mangled moan a few seconds before Tina fell into her chest. Both women panting into each other’s necks.
Bette plunged her tongue into Tina’s mouth, still hungry, as she turned them around. Tina facing the wall, her back to Bette’s front, she pressed into Bette’s breasts rubbing against her erect nipples. Bette reached down, immediately entering Tina. Tina shuddered, overwhelmed with sensitivity.
“I just want to ravage you, Tina.”
Tina reached back for Bette, wrapping her arm around the brunette's head.“Mmm. Fuck. Me…Fast.”
Bette moved in and out of Tina with reckless abandon. She devoured Tina’s neck, tasting her sweet skin that tasted like coconut and honey. “I need to taste you again, T. Get out of the pool.”
Tina lifted herself out, and brought her wet ass to the edge.
“Wrap your legs around my head.”
Tina was already rocking back and forth before Bette even touched her. “Oh my…I can’t wait.”
Bette licked her lips at the sight before her eyes. Tina, her Tina, spread wide open in front of her. Wet, pink, ready, waiting. She slid her fingers between her folds, Tina moved her finger to her own clit.
“No.” Bette pushed Tina’s hand away. “Let me take care of you.” Bette pressed her fingertips on Tina’s clit rolling the swollen ball as she kissed each of Tina’s thighs. “Is that what you have to do to get off with other people, Tina? You need to touch yourself?”
Tina coiled, a flash of intensity shooting through her body. She loved jealous Bette. She smiled down at the woman with her tongue to her pussy.
“Yes, I am jealous,” Bette snarked before plunging her tongue into Tina. Tina grabbed the back of Bette’s hair, digging her fingers into her head. Tina’s head fell back, her body arching, hips writhing against Bette’s face.
“Fuck, deeper.”
Bette’s mouth moved furiously over Tina’s pussy, her tongue twisting inside, lapping each fold, her lips sucking her clit. She brought one hand to Tina’s waist trying to hold Tina in place. The other hand reached up for the blonde’s neck. She wrapped her fingers around the soft, flushed flesh. “Would you ever let Kate choke you, Tina?”
Tina held Bette’s hand over her neck, squeezing her hand tighter against her as she gently shook her head no. Bette released her throat, and Tina whimpered Just you trying to find her breath. Tina was at the point of no return. She lay flat against the cement, her legs over Bette’s shoulders, her hands holding her own boobs. Only her hips moved up and down as Bette fed on her favorite meal. With a final bellowing howl from Tina, Bette got out of the pool, grabbed a towel and lay next to her. Bette wrapped her arms around her, bringing Tina’s head into her chest while draping the towel over them.
They held each other naked, dripping wet, exhausted.
Tina kissed the underside of Bette’s chin, “It’s always been just you.”
Bette leaned down and kissed the top of Tina’s head. “Just you, just you.”