Bette felt Tina’s sweetly dissembling kiss against her forehead as she slid her palm up her arm. Feeling its depths and hollows allowing it to glide across her shoulder, up to cup her face as her thigh snaked its way across her own. So close their quite heavy breathing fell into concert.

Bette wanted to resist the waves of slumber to search out, elicit more physical sensations. But Tina’s warm silky skin and relaxation held her consciousness hostage, futile was the resistance, she was pulling her into the night.

Bette surfaced gently, only a couple of hours could have passed. She felt a forehead against her back and curled fingers on her hip. She made to quietly steal out of bed and extinguish the candles.  

Stealthily getting back into bed, she kept at the edge to warm up again so not to awaken the inert soul occupying a surprising large amount of space.

Warm, searching fingers traversed the space between them, finding their chilled object, the sprawled body rolled to reduce the space.  

“Are you sure you have enough room there babe ?”

Bette grinned into Tina’s hair as she whispered into her warm head and kissed her gently. No response was forthcoming so Bette presumed she was destined to occupy the slither of residue space for the night.

Closing her eyes, her eyebrows pulled closer momentarily as a hand slipped under her pyjama bottoms and rested on her bottom, fingers flexing, a light moan from Tina made her eyelids open. Bette felt the light motion of Tina’s hips beginning to undulate almost imperceptibly.

Bette’s breath caught as Tina ‘s hand slid round, over her hip, up and curved around the shape of her ribs to cup her breast. Her thumb caressing over her midnight air nipple erection. Bette’s back arched slightly on contact, as she did so Tina’s lips found her neck, chest, and then her tongue replaced her thumb.

Tina rubbed the flat of her tongue against her, the sweet tip of Bette’s nipple. She delighted in how her top lip could nuzzle the silky sanctuary of Bette’s skin in the process. Her body a playground of sensation. As she softly sucked and rolled her tongue over her, her body awoke by degrees. Her hands span across her back pulling them closer. Kissing up to her collarbone, she felt Bette’s hands shifting up her simple cotton nightdress. The desire in her lifting the veil of sleep, transforming it to the intoxication of lust.