Bette pressed her forehead to Helena’s and breathed in and out quietly for a few minutes. “That’s probably not a bad thing.” She murmured. “Feeling jealous…it’s probably natural…but I’m sorry that you didn’t feel as though you could trust me.”

“I guess I just remembered the kind of person I used to be.” Helena replied.

“Baby.” Bette cooed. “What does that mean? I’m the one who’s been out all this time.”

“Yeah, but I realized all at once that I used to leave people waiting until 3am, agonizing over whether I would even give a shit that they had been hurt by my actions.” Bette’s arms gathered Helena in, pulling her anguish from her. “I deserve what I get.” Helena said firmly.

“Oh stop.” Bette spoke carefully. She kissed Helena’s chin and jaw, brushing her lips up against her ear. “I know neither of us are perfect, but we have to give ourselves a chance.” Helena gasped her Bette’s hand rubbed her hips lightly, brushing back and forth over her mound. Helena whimpered as Bette cupped her carefully, kissing her cheekbones and nose and eyelids, reassuring and stirring her all at once.

“Tell me again…” Helena whispered.

“That I love you?” Bette asked. She rolled on top of Helena, molding their bodies together. “I love you…I’m sorry I scared you…” She punctuated each word with a soft kiss trailing along Helena’s neck, as she braced herself on her knees and moved her hand in slow circles. Helena reached down and pealed the rest of Bette’s clothes off before pulling her mouth up for a deep kiss.

They kissed slowly, pressing their bodies together to connect as deeply as they could.  Helena was almost tentative at first, but Bette warmed her and pulled her in. She wrapped her legs around Bette’s waist, her arms around strong shoulders. Bette opened her eyes and looked into Helena’s longingly, as she moved her fingers lightly around her opening, trailing upward. She brought her hand away, drawing a murmur of protest from Helena.

“I need to taste you.” Bette whispered. She brushed her fingers over Helena’s chest before she followed with her mouth, kissing and sucking gently, underneath her breasts and over her nipples. She made love to Helena in this way, pressing her thigh lightly and moving up and down, for long moments before drawing wet kisses across Helena’s long torso and laying between her thighs.  Her thumbs massaged and pressed Helena’s inner lips apart and she leaned down to trail her tongue lightly in long strokes. “You have such a beautiful cunt.” Bette smiled as she spoke, her breath caressing Helena’s increasingly aroused flesh before she pressed her mouth, wet and open, where her fingers had been.  She sucked lightly, groaning and causing vibrations to begin at Helena’s core.