Bette felt a water droplet on her shoulder. Assuming that it was water off the ocean being swept up in the wind. Another droplet, another droplet, and then the torrential downpour. It was summertime, an unlikely enviroment for rain in southern California. Bette grabbed Helena’s hand and started to run back to the car, only to be jerked back by Helena. Helena wrapped her in her strong arms.

"I want to stay here. In the rain. With you." Helena smiled, her lips were red and swollen already, as they had been kissing for ten minutes before it started raining.

Bette’s tongue whisped across Helena’s lips, begging for entry. Helena allowed it only halfway, parting her lips slowly. Their tongues were caught in a struggle; who’s tongue would eventually gain entry to the other’s mouth. Helena, after seeing that this would be one battle she’d have to give to Bette, allowed Bette’s tongue to probe her mouth. Helena moaned softly, the moan being stiffled by Bette’s mouth. The ocean or rain did not compare to the wetness of Bette and Helena’s center. A crack of lightning and the rumbles of thunder stopped the two women.

"Shit!" Helena squealed and jumped. Bette couldn’t stop laughing, "Its not funny. Thunderstorms scare me."

"Okay, okay. Let’s get home."

***

Bette turned around to lock the door. When she turned around, Helena was already half undressed; her drenched clothing tossed on the floor. Helena began walking towards the bedroom, turning to give Bette a look; the kind of look that says "take me, I’m yours." Bette discarded her own wet clothes, leaving them in a trail behind her as she followed her lover into the bedroom. Helena laid her body against the sheet, her soaked hair falling on to the pillows. Bette smirked as she watched Helena spread her legs for her, her center calling to Bette.

She climbed in between her legs, pressing her body so close to Helena she could feel the coolness of her skin, still damp from the rain. She lowered her lips to hers, kissing her passionately. Helena felt the air from her lungs getting stuck in her throat. Bette could always do that to her when they kissed. Bette was liable to take the breath from Helena’s body. Her lips traveled to Helena’s throat and collarbone. Helena felt her body reacting; her hips grinding and bucking against Bette’s.