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The Note – Part 3
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All this Bette took in as she still slowly moved further and further into the surreal space Tina had created. Completely enraptured by the display before her, Bette never noticed the soft glow coming from her left. It was only when Bette heard the soft clearing of a throat, did she finally drag her eyes from their current path.
Turning her body slowly, Bette could not control the slight gasp that rushed through her lips. Standing there, amongst the sensuous glow of rows of long white pillar candles, was her Tina.
Holding the final note.
Unaware of getting there, Bette was suddenly standing before Tina, two feet away from the one woman capable of stealing her breath just by being there. Bette watched as Tinas mouth curled into a satisfied smile, reaching her hand forward to hold the note up. The note momentarily forgotten, Bette was captivated by its beautiful owner, and took the opportunity the candlelight provided to drink in the sight of her wife.
Starting at her bare feet, toenails glinting with just a hint of pale pink polish, Bette let her eyes travel of their own accord. Trailing across calves and knees, her journey was brought up short by the white sarong hiding her wifes toned thighs. Her eyes flicked briefly up to Tinas and noticed, with an increased heart rate, that Tina was just watching her. She was just standing there with her lips parted, candlelight making her eyes dance with something Bette couldnt quite name. Bette felt her pulse quicken as she realized that Tina was enjoying Bettes reaction and was content to stand there and be visually ravaged.
Reaching down and placing her purse on the nearest chair, Bette continued to look to look at her wife, dragging her eyes away from the white sarong and falling helplessly on Tinas belly button peeking out from the candlelight flowing across her toned stomach. Moving higher, Bette felt a rush of warmth brush across her cheeks as the sight of Tinas full *****, hugged firmly by a simple white bikini, raced along her optic nerves and settled into her brain. She didnt remember holding her breath but as her eyes caressed over delicate collarbones and finely sculpted shoulders, she felt the pressure in her chest reminding her to breathe. Finally allowing her gaze to reach Tinas beautiful face, Bette captured and held Tinas stare, not realizing that she had closed the distance between them until she felt a note being slipped into her left hand.
With a small grin pulling up one corner of her mouth, Tina relinquished control of the note and stepped back slightly, an absence Bette felt almost immediately. Answering Tinas smile with one of her own, Bette turned the note over, reading the familiar script.
Happy Anniversary, baby. I love you.
Bette felt her grin growing bigger as she held the note up between them.
But T, our anniversary isnt till tomorrow.
Taking the note from between Bettes fingers, Tina let it flutter softly to the ground. Stepping closer, Tina brought her warm body into contact with Bettes, gently entwining their fingers and pulling their joined hands around to rest along the dip of her lower back. Settling her hips a little firmer against Bettes, Tina leaned up, inhaling and pulling the scent of the candles and of Bette deep into her lungs as she placed her lips against the shell of Bettes ear.
I know.
Kiss.
Its a pre-emptive strike. Tina whispered, focusing her attention now on the sensitive area hidden in the curls falling behind Bettes ear. Releasing Bettes hands from her own, Tina brought her hands between them, loving how Bettes hands instinctively tightened to hold her. Running the backs of her fingers along the expanse of skin visible between the open collar of Bettes crme colored blouse, Tina caressed her wifes cheek with her own before placing a soft kiss on her parted lips.
Pre-emptive strike, huh? Bette laughed, starting to lightly massage the soft skin running along the column of muscle in Tinas back.
Starting to slowly release the first button on Bettes shirt, Tina smiled and nodded her agreement.
Yeah. You see, Tina continued easing the buttons open on Bettes shirt, her eyes darting between her task and Bettes mouth. I know that tomorrow, Im all yours. And I wouldnt have it any other way.
Tina met Bettes eyes briefly, seeing her acknowledgement of the truth of that statement in the smile beaming back at her. She felt Bettes fingers begin to knead harder, her thumbs inching their way closer to the bottom string of her bikini. Tina felt the goosebumps start to prickle along her arms and quickly decided to regain control of the situation, despite the persuasive voices in her head telling her to find out exactly where those thumbs were going.
Concentrating solely now on her fingers as they worked the bottom few buttons open, tugging the shirt free of Bettes pants as she went along, Tina licked her lips and continued in a husky whisper.
But tonight?
Finally reaching the last button, Tina pulled the shirt open, guiding it slowly over Bettes shoulders and depositing it on the chair where her purse sat. Bringing her gaze back to Bettes, Tina placed her right hand above Bettes lace covered breast, her thumb stroking the skin over her heart.
Tonight, youre mine.
Bette felt the air rush from her lungs from Tinas simple declaration. Stilling her wandering fingers, Bette brought her left hand to cover Tinas, pressing their joined hands tighter against her chest and raising her other hand to gently cup the nape of her wifes neck. Pulling Tina closer, Bette spoke her wifes name with such reverence, bestowing upon her a smile so beautiful, that Tina felt her heart stop. Only to come bursting back to life at the first touch of Bettes lips on hers.
Gentle at first, Bette was content to simply press her lips against Tinas, pulling away slowly as she released Tinas hand at her chest and cupped the other side of her face. Spreading her fingers wide, Bette ran her thumbs along Tinas jawbone, pulling down gently to part Tinas lips. She felt Tina slide her left hand along her ribs and join her other hand at her chest, cupping her ***** and rasping her thumbs over hardening nipples. The sensation was incredible and for a moment, Bette felt overwhelmed. Images flashed behind her eyes of the candles, the flickering pool, of her Tina standing there with the white of her outfit highlighting all those places that Bette wanted to lose herself in, and especially, of Tinas eyes. The love and desire simmering there, made all the more intense by the candlelight dancing in their warm depths, stirred something in Bette. Something primal and carnal. Feeling Tinas open mouth beneath hers, her warm breath brushing across her lips, Bette tilted her head slightly and without seeking permission, slid her tongue over and over against Tinas.
Tina was caught off guard by the increasing urgency in her wifes kisses, groaning deep in her throat as she felt Bettes warm tongue pushing and moving against hers, their lips slick and bruising against each other. She felt Bettes fingers tangling in her hair, massaging with the rhythm of their kisses as she pulled and sucked on her bottom lip. Pulling her mouth away suddenly, Tina met Bettes half-lidded eyes, feeling her wetness starting to soak the blonde curls covering her *****. She had been ready for Bette before the first match was struck to light the candles and now, the ache was almost unbearable.
Bette, please, Tina pleaded, reaching up to grab Bettes wrists, guiding her hands to the top of her sarong. Sliding the fingers of one hand into the waistband of her wifes pants, Tina pulled Bette along forcefully, reaching back with her other hand to make sure they didnt bump into anything.
Steadying Tina with her hands, Bette captured her mouth in another series of deep, wet kisses, vaguely aware of Tinas other hand flicking open the front clasp of her bra. Guiding Tina safely through the maze of pillar candles, Bette pressed her up against the low wall of the deck, grunting as their bodies came into contact with the solid wood. Bette stepped away for only as long as it took to remove her bra and drop it behind her before she moved back against Tina, exhaling sharply as her nipples brushed up against the soft fabric of Tinas bikini. Turning her palms out, Bette slid her hands under the sarong, spreading Tinas thighs wider and stepping between them. Bringing their bodies closer, Bette rubbed her thumb along Tinas wet bottom lip, her eyes never leaving Tinas mouth.
I want you. Bette whispered simply.
Sliding her hands from their supporting position along the edge of the wall, Tina reached down, loosening the knot of the sarong. Keeping her back pressed against the wall to hold the fabric in place, Tina reached first for one string and then the other, untying the bikini top and dropping it to the side. Placing her hands back along the wall, she tipped her hips closer to her wife, letting the sarong fall forgotten at their feet.
Then take me.
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cramit: go take a warm bath, relax and just let your mind float. You’ll just drive yourself mad if you force it. Like the shorts. I will come back.
Slow, sensuous, steamy…. wow, cramit! I like the way you took time with the details, just perfect.
*looks down at self*
Hey. How did you know I was wearing shorts? ;)
I know. This story was a bit less of a “force” and more of a “stop and start”. Half in part because of work and half in part because I’d get writing a couple of sentences and find something to distract myself. *lol* Same problem I had writing papers in college. I’d get writing and then play a “quick game of solitaire”. And then go back to writing. Then a game. 12 hours later, I’d have my 5 page paper. :D
Glad you are reading, carolann. :D
This is sexy as hell and so beautifully written. I hope you won’t leave us hanging for too long!
Ah, and by “quick game of solitaire”, I mean the computer game. Putting it in quotes can give it a WHOOOOOLE other meaning. *DOH* :P
Very hot and very sweet. Descriptions serve to beautify the story; it is not merely desire, but love in its heated form. I love the way both of them melt into each other, standing at first, staring then finally, joined in a searing expression of feeling. Wonderful! Do continue!
Heh. Yeah, I think you should’ve just put quick in the quotations. :op
Anyway, I’m loving on your writing. Extremely good. Keep ’em coming when ya can. (Take that how you will.) ;o)
I loved it. I love the anticipation, the sexual tension, the intimacy, the romantic setting Tina created…and how their passion escalated to mutual craving. Awaiting more.
In Europe, IKEA has been forced to retreat their candles as they seem to spark uncontrollably, waiting for the part in the story where Bette has to drop a bomb in the pool..
Well, I’m gonna need to take a shower now…Amazing description, beautiful writing, felt like I was really there. U captures B&T’s passion perfectly. Keep it up ;)
Clearly, you don’t lack inspiration. Because this chapter is teeming with inspired and inspiring prose. Be gentle with youself. All the words are there, and you’ll tease them out gently when you’re good and ready. We’ll be here to welcome you.
My heart was beating so fast when I’m reading this. In my mind I can visualise all this happening in slow motion. So real…
I can really feel the passion and desire that consume these two souls. U trully capture their passionate moment perfectly. cramit thanks for sharing this beautiful and “hottest” story. U go girlfriend..
should have been “seductive”
I love the way you LOVE Bette and her Tina!
I’m sitting here suffering from perma-grin because of this slow and seductuve dance you are teasing us with…lord knows what you’ll pull out from the deepest part of your creative mind. lol
You’re funny, generous in your comments to other writers, and a romantic. You know I have mad love for ya and your talent. Therefore…you are my FanFic American Idol!
Love the story so much that drinks are on me this weekend at the Lumpy Pickle!! Well done C
Wow!!!!! That was Hot!!
Please continue…..
oh my shoes, that was unbelievable
ok- i gotta be totally honest here. i really don’t know what i like more, the actual stories themselves or the commentary provided by you Cramit before and after them!!! i am seriously howling at all of the comments. loved ficlet- seriously, just read all 3 chapters now and am still laughing at that one. love the fact that in the instruction book that guides you to just start another story if you have writers block, where’s the chapter on what to do when you get writers block on that one…
as for carolann knowing that you are wearing shorts- don’t look out your window…
love the stories by the way- did i mention that???
Cramit, play as much “solitaire” as you need to keep the creative juices flowing.(now get your mind out of the gutter cause I know what you’re thinking). This was wonderful;B&T sexy and in love!
Cramit, your writing is wonderful. A pleasure to read!! I also wanted you to know your comments on so many other stories always bring a smile to my face…I find myself thinking, “whats camit gonna say about this one!!” Keep up the great work ;)
“Bette felt her pulse quicken as she realized that Tina was enjoying Bette’s reaction and was content to stand there and be visually ravaged.”
Cramit, you have done it yet again. Visual Poetry… Love your writing! Whatever you are doing to help get over your writer’s block – It is working. Thanks for taking the time to share your beautiful and sexy stories. They are priceless!
5 million shining stars to you!
You write these two so well! Were you an english major? I love it!
LMAO @ RN1. :D
Thanks for the kind words. You guys make me feel sooooo good with your words of praise and support. Really can’t thank you enough. :)
Very nice Cramit, I have a feeling your next chapter will have everyone needing a “quick game of solitaire”
Hope you can post the next one soon-McFly :)
This chapter is so sexy.I love the image of Tina in white sarong.You described B&T scenes so beautifully. Don’t be too hard on yourself,cramit. Now, where is the next chapter? Just kidding.:)
great chapter as always cramit! what more can i say!?! thanks for writing! :D
I’m speechless, so I’ll just say WOW and WOW!
cramit When I mentioned “Shorts” I meant the amount of words. Not “Shorts” as in article of clothing. The comment by skipton knowing that you were wearing shorts that was a good one.I’m just not sure how to take that one. Also good to of seen your name left in the comment column.Glad you liked the “long” not “Short” story.
OK- finally I have been able to read your story – all three chapters (the other one later) – can I please borrow your book on writers block – I think I need some so I can write as beautifully as you!! WOW – how am I supposed to get any work done now???
Cramit
If this is very well written. It doesn’t seem forced. I can see this story these beautiful images of the beautiful women unfold. Even with WB you are exceptional. Take your time your stories are always worth the wait :)
Now, that’s a beautiful piece of erotica…Keep it up lady, you’re doing just fine.
I know, carolann. :D I was just teasing you. I was actually wearing jogging pants at the time. *wink*
Got a date with some wine and my computer tonight so the next chapter will be up later. After watching some of nzgirl’s videos last night, I’m psyched to write. :D And why am I posting my inner thoughts on my own comment section? *sigh* :P
damn. i can’t read this now. i have to go back the freakin’ truck and work till 5. i like took evelyn whatsherface’s speed reading course and i want my money back. this is just insanely good just by scanning over it. i’ll come back after work and read….damn.
That was smokin hot…it’s just amazing..keep it up!
oh you’re good! your stories are something you shouldn’t read on a lonely night like im having right night smh sigh