She grabbed her own travel jacket, slung strategically over the chair nearest the entrance to the suite, and swung the door to the suite open, then quickly stepped past.  With a whoosh, it electronically shut quietly behind her with finality.

Silence returned to the suite.  Tina had not stirred.  She remained sleeping for longer than usual, unable to summon the effort for her usual early morning jog; she would wake four hours later.  By then, Bette was halfway to Dulles International Airport in Virginia.

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Last night

“Walk on…,” the opening lines of the Isaac Hayes song was playing.  Smiling at one another, Bette and Tina, locked eyes meaningfully then stood from their table simultaneously, to slow dance.

Tina snaked her arms around the brunette’s neck as Bette pulled her close. They began to sway to the beat of the 70’s classic.

“If you see me walking down the street…” Isaac Hayes sang, with barely suppressed yearning.  Tina nuzzled into Bette’s neck, lay a gentle kiss there, then, with eyes shut drew her head back as the brunette kissed her temple.  Bette’s fingertips caressed her shoulder, then pulled a spaghetti strap to the side.  Bette moved her gossamer-soft kisses to the shoulder that was exposed, replaced the strap, and then slowly slid her hand down Tina’s back. Her other hand went around Tina’s head, lazily drawing circles on her nape.

Bette continued trailing her free hand further down the blonde’s back, fingers splayed open, finding the curves of Tina’s butt. She drew Tina closer, hips pressing hard against the blonde’s.  She began to sway and grind into Tina’s soft, throbbing core.

Her lips lazily slid up and down Tina’s neck, her tongue licking and stroking pulse points along the way. She sucked on a tender spot beneath the blonde’s ear, then her tongue found an earlobe, and she licked that.  Her teeth tenderly bit the lobe, and she sucked it.  They continued to sway to the music.

She spoke in a husky voice, just above a whisper, “I need you…I need to lick every inch of you …taste and savor the inside of you.”

Tina groaned as a surge of desire coursed through her, and goose bumps raced across her skin.  Bette’s touch was intoxicating, and caused all her synapses to fire. She felt herself growing hot, scorching hot down in her core.  Bette’s tongue was leaving a trail of fire on her neck, and her feather soft fingers were causing her skin to enflame.  Every cell of Tina’s body was lit up, yearning to join with Bette’s. Clenching and unclenching needy flesh in her core, she was desperate for Bette to finally, completely assuage the deep ache down there.  Heavens, she was close to coming just slow dancing like this!

“Touch me…mark me…possess me,” the blonde pleaded.