Tina fought off the insistent call from her bladder to ”rise, rise, now, Tina” while it struggled to break out of the confines of her dreams and push into her consciousness. ”You don’t want to wet this luxe super-comfortable bed, do you?” her bladder seemed to ask.

She fumbled for the towels Bette had thoughtfully laid under her last night, before the brunette had ravished Tina in earnest, to avoid having them soak the elegant 600-plus count cotton-silk sheets, or worse, the bed, while they’d made love. Wet spots made Tina uncomfortable, Bette knew, something the brunette had picked up on from the first night they’d made love.

”There. Won’t wet the bed,” Tina’s mind argued now with the belligerent bladder after shoving the towels under her body.

”What are you? A toddler? You seriously think that will soak up a pregnant woman’s night’s worth of pee?”

”But ….”

”C’mon! Get up! You want some of this to seep out and wake Bette?”

Tina groaned inwardly and involuntarily squeezed her eyes. That did it. Blinking her eyes several times, she moved body parts one by one to get herself moving. But first, she nuzzled one more time on the neck that she’d been kissing while falling asleep late last night. Or was it in the early morning by then?

She inhaled her beloved’s unique, intoxicating smell and then reluctantly turned her head away.   Whatever time that was, nuzzling Bette’s neck was the last thing I remember doing. Pausing slightly from shaking her head in an effort to clear her thoughts, she turned gingerly towards Bette again, and gave the nearest stretch of delectable skin a series of soft kisses.   Nice to wake up next to her here in our home.

But wait. She blinked several times upon realizing they weren’t at home, and instead they seemed to be in strange room, which was disorienting for a second or two. Then she remembered. Oh, yeah. We’re in Peter’s place.

She heaved a sigh and looked down slightly, after more of her senses began to waken. She sensed warm hands, legs, and arms touching various parts of her body, including a slim, elegant hand with long, tapered fingers still wrapped around her breast, as if in mid-squeeze. She automatically stroked the creamy mocha skin of her beloved’s arm, simultaneously using a toe to caress a shin bone her legs were entwined with. She makes me feel so sexy even when we’re just sleeping next to each other like this. Her touch, her skin against mine seems enough to get me going these days. Heavens, I’m getting hot just nuzzling her right now!