Previously

Not at all” Bette nodded. “What are you watching on TV?”

“The Green Mile.” Tina answered promptly.

Bette smiled sly. “Our first date. At the movies. I was dressed to go to The Music Hall, in Paris. You? Magnificent in the most tight pair of jeans…” Bette sighed “ That night was fantastic…” Bette chuckled followed by a frown. “ I was so overdressed! God!”

“You were beautiful.” Tina interrupted… The sentence hanging between them…

“Do you want to see it again”, asked Tina, rather sweetly.

Bette’s serene answer could not be another.  “I´d love to.”

“I’ll bring your coffee. Just wait here on the couch.”

“Ok!”, Bette moved to sit near the arm of the couch.

Bette couldn’t help but reflect, remember… The hottest of the black coffee. The warm of Tina’s body.  The comfort. The movie. The hidden emotions. The daily. The loving, the fresh, the ardent, the relief, the shivers, the memorable. She remembered she asked to the gods that this night never end.

Bette just didn’t remember when Morpheus took her in his arms and lead her to his kingdom. In her sleep, Bette was also unaware that Tina was resting in her arms.

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Tina was feeling so rested. In her dreams she was flying over Shangri-La. She didn’t feel this way in a long and lost time. Other times. Times when sleep means to dream, to vacant, to stop after a wild day, to rest after love, to make amend after the fight. To reverie.

Then, Tina listened to a giggling voice coming from the baby monitor. Her senses igniting the consciousness. Fire in her neurons . She also listened to a moan, a sweet and missed moan.   Tina was so comfortable she didn’t dare to move. That’s when her eyes ignited her memory. The party, Bette, the ride, babysitter. Bette, the coffee, Bette, Green Mile, Bette… Bette… She was with Bette. She had slept with Bette in the couch.

Ok…Now… What happened ? And her memory worked like a movie edition, Lola Run Lola. All the scenes flashing at Tina’s memory. Too many thoughts.  They were watching the movie and Bette got sleep by Tina’s side. Tina thought twice. She tried hard to play the nice lady. Should I call her? Should I sleep in my room, my bed and leave Bette on the couch? But she just couldn’t. She was tired of being the wrong kind of bitch. Would somebody blame her? She wants to dream in Bette Porter’s arms…She wanted so much more than just dream… and a parade of tantric sex and a most savage sexual need passed throughout her, yes.