“Ohhhhh….” Helena moaned, arching her back. “You’re enjoying this too much…”

“Mhmmmmm…” Bette hummed, curling her tongue around Helena’s clit. Every moan from Bette evoked a similar response from Helena. “Do you want me inside of you?” Bette asked, still moving her tongue.

“Not sure…” Helena gasped. “Just this…for now…ooooooo…” Her moan turned to a much higher pitch and she came twice in a row in small waves. She clasped the sheets in her fists and pressed the back of her head to the pillow as Bette continued to suck lightly on her clit.

Bette sighed happily as she kissed her way back up to Helena’s neck and chin and mouth. She laughed as Helena flipped her quickly onto her back, growling playfully and biting her shoulder.

Her mouth against Bette’s throat, Helena stilled their movements, breathing calmly for a few minutes. She raised herself to look Bette in the eye, consenting to her girlfriend’s affectionate reassurances without returning the gesture for the time being.

Helena’s toothy smile inspired the same in Bette.

“We’re soooo not sleeping tonite.” Bette said sweetly. Helena shook her head, feigning regret.

“Nope.” She replied, before trailing her hand across Bette’s hip, reaching finally the warmth and connection they both yearned for.

Hours later, Jun Ying and Wilson wandered out of their rooms, confused for a moment that their mother was already awake, at 7am. Bette and Helena hoisted the kids up onto the ridiculously high chairs in the dining room, sitting next to them as they all ate breakfast.

Bette wanted to know more about their lives in New York with their other mother and their grandmother. Helena had received sufficient updates, but enjoyed the repetition of the childrens’ stories.

“Your mother wrote a play for your school assembly?” Bette asked politely for elaboration, which the two excited young ones provided.

“I dressed like a pumpkin and Jun Ying was a bean stalk…” Wilson explained.

“I was very still for most of the play.” Jun Ying nodded seriously.  

“And I got to roll about.” Wilson added.

Bette paused, listening, while Helena chuckled. “Good.” Bette said after a moment. She wasn’t sure what else to say, but enjoyed the story.

Helena took her children to a museum while Bette puttered around the hotel room.  She made phone calls to Phyllis, checking in on things at work. Then she straightened up her and Helena’s room. Within twenty minutes, she was on the phone to Helena, bored but mainly certain that she would rather be nowhere else than with her growing and wonderfully complicated family.