Tina managed to make it to the kitchen first, sweeping gracefully around countertops and chairs in a flourish of freshly-showered scent and cotton pajama bottoms. Shrugging her shoulders to adjust the sleeves of the fitted white t-shirt that was clinging to her slightly damp skin, she arrived in front of the fridge, opening the door and taking a small step back to survey the possibilities. Feeling the cool air rush across her body, Tina took another step back, stepping directly into the warm sunlight filtering in through the glass doors of the patio. Tina reached one hand back to drum her fingers on the countertop, leaving the other to play with the loose strings of her pajama bottoms. Crossing one foot over the other and resting her weight on the opposite hip, Tina looked at the contents of the fridge with the ferocity of a general surveying the battlefield.


And it was this vision that greeted Bette as she approached quietly from around the corner. Stopping before she came into her wifes line of sight, Bette allowed her eyes the pleasure of simply seeing Tina. The sunlight behind her, illuminating her hair and getting trapped in the darker strands still wet from the shower. The muscles of her forearm flexing as she tap-tap-tapped along the countertop and that vision alone sent a brief spasm through Bettes lower belly, as memories of where those fingers had been flashed hot and fierce through her mind. Continuing to track her gaze over Tinas body, Bette smiled as she caught a small glimpse of tan skin peeking out from where Tinas pajama pants had slipped down a bit, as her wife had absentmindedly tugged on the pant strings. Eyes sliding over legs unfairly hidden in those same pants, Bette allowed her smile to grow wider, taking in the arch of Tinas foot as it sat crossed in front of the other, small calluses from running barely visible at her heel and along the inside of her big toe. Bette allowed a sigh of complete happiness to escape through her lips as she finally continued her walk into the kitchen, slipping on her white wife beater as she came around the corner.


Whatever the refrigerator did, T, Bette teased. Im sure it didnt mean it.


Never taking her eyes from the fridge, Tina slowly brought the hand that had been playing with her pajama strings up and curved the delicate fingers of her hand until the middle finger was prominently displayed. Taking satisfaction from the playful gasp that Bette emitted, Tina let her eyes find her wifes, crinkling at the edges as her lips curved into a smile, a mere second before she stuck her tongue out.


Fine, baby. Then how about you make breakfast today? Tina asked playfully, knowing full well the answer before Bette even spoke.


Shaking her head, Bette padded further into the kitchen, coming to stand in front of Tina, taking ownership of the pajama strings that Tina was playing with a few seconds before. Tugging a bit, Bette leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on Tinas soft lips, holding the contact for moment before pulling back and catching Tinas gaze.


Now why would you want me to do that to us? Bette winked. Besides, you did promise me breakfast.


Uncrossing her feet and stepping closer to her wife, Tina barely held in a sigh as she felt the warmth of Bettes bare legs come into contact with her pajama-clad ones. Bringing her fingers to the edge of Bettes tank top, Tina lifted it up slightly so she could run her thumbs over the muscles she could feel tensing beneath her touch.


Mmmmm.youre right, baby. Tina leaned up and kissed the tip of Bettes nose. Shifting her hands, Tina pushed her thumbs a bit higher, sliding her fingers over ribs and along the soft skin of Bettes back, pulling her in for a hug.


Bette hugged Tina back, enjoying the feel of the sun on their bodies and the clean smell that enveloped them both. Closing her eyes and nuzzling Tinas ear, Bette let out a small laugh.


T, dont think that I dont know youre still looking at that fridge over my shoulder.


Feeling Tinas chuckle rumble through her body, Bette braved the swat that lightly fell across her backside, the simple act of making her wife smile making the reproach worth it. Stepping back from Tinas embrace, Bette raised her hands in surrender, unable to erase the grin plastered across her face.


Okay, okay, Ill let you get to it. Im gonna go straighten up the bedroom and I still need to check Alices message.


Placing a quick kiss on Bettes cheek, Tina stepped past her and began rummaging around the fridge, pulling open cabinets and utensil drawers as she got to work.


Should be ready in about 10 minutes, Bette. Tina spoke over her shoulder, her voice dropping a slight octave as she added, And baby, please put something other than panties on otherwise youre not making it through breakfast.


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Ten minutes later, Bette found herself walking back into the kitchen, led there more by her nose rather than her sense of timing. Tina had her back turned, pouring orange juice into two glasses, so Bette took the opportunity to look at the kitchen table, to see what Tina has so humbly called breakfast.


French toast sprinkled with powdered sugar, eggs over-easy with a light dusting of pepper, homemade hash browns grilled to perfection, and a huge bowl filled with fresh cut strawberries, cantaloupe, honey dew, kiwi, watermelon, and a few blueberries sprinkled here and there. While her stomach growled in appreciation, Bette came to stand behind one of the chairs, leaning both hands across the back and clearing her throat to get Tinas attention. As Tina turned around, Bette swept one of her hands forward, indicating the spread of food before them.


Baby? Bette questioned, letting one cheek dimple as she smiled at her adorable wife.


Grinning sheepishly, Tina walked over and sat down, placing the glasses of juice down on the table. I know, I know. But we did work up such an appetite before*wink*and once I started going, I couldnt stop. Tina finished with a shrug.


Bette smirked as she came around the chair, stopping to drop a kiss on her wifes forehead, whispering before she pulled away, I know. Thats one of the things I love most about you. Turning around to go sit down herself, Bette felt her momentum stopped as Tina slipped a finger into the waistband at the back of her panties and gave it a little tug.


Bette, what did I say to you before?


With a little wink of her own, Bette sat down, offering an Oops and a ghost of a smile.


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Long minutes passed as they engaged in the simple ritual of sharing a meal and sharing conversation. Letting themselves get reacquainted with the nuances of their everyday lives outside of each other. Sharing funny stories and teasing looks. Loving words passing through lips as easily as sweet bites of French toast and juicy bits of fruit. Content to simply be with each other, breakfast was an easy affair between Bette and Tina. Letting their fingertips caress each other as bowls and plates were passed between them, unspoken messages were moved from nerve endings to nerve endings, transmitted along flesh and bone, before coming to simmer behind eyes that were finding each other more and more frequently as breakfast began to wind down.


Entwining her fingers with Tinas, Bette raised them to her lips, gently kissing each tip, letting her tongue dart out to lick at the sweet residue of fruit found on Tinas thumb. Pulling it gently into her mouth, Bette played her tongue along its length, puckering those sensuous lips as she placed a final kiss at the juncture where thumb met palm, before releasing Tinas hand.


Thank you for breakfast, baby. Everything was wonderful. Bette smiled in appreciation, patting her belly good-naturedly. Why dont you relax, T, while I clean up.


Rising and collecting hers and Tinas plates, Bette walked the few steps to the sink, placing the dishes down and reaching for the ***** to turn the faucet on. But before she could turn either one on, she felt small, warm hands circle her waist and guide her away from the sink and closer to the countertop. Gasping softly as she felt Tina press along her back, Bette was caught off guard as she felt those same feet that she was admiring earlier begin to push along her insteps, slowly spreading her legs. Feeling the warmth start to ignite below her belly, Bette could only close her eyes and spread her palms along the countertop as she felt Tinas lips caress the ridge of her ear.


Bette, what did I tell you before about putting something on..