“And tonight?”

“I will cook and we can snuggle down on the sofa eating and maybe have a couple of beers”

“Do I get a say in this?” Tina asked

“Sure – anything you would rather do?”

Tina stroked her chin thoughtfully “No – that sounds pretty damn fine by me”

Bette grinned “That’s my girl “

“We will be fine – as soon as other women get the message that you and I are exclusive. I don’t want to come between you and your friends but”

“I know” Bette said “You are right – we are off the market. I will talk to Hayley – I was uncomfortable with some of the things she said. They would have been okay a few months ago when you and I were still apart – but now – they were well out of order”

I don’t want to make a huge deal about it – even though I know that I sound like I am “

Tina sighed “I don’t want anything coming between you and I – that matters to me – and I know it matters to you “

Bette rubbed Tina’s face “You know how much it means to me –you mean everything to me Tina. You have to know that”

“I do – I love you so much Bette –now stop talking and show me just how much I do mean to you but fucking me senseless”

Bette grinned “Fucked senseless – yes – I think I have heard of that. Let me just think about that for a minute or two – mmm- fucked – that I get – and the senseless part – yes – though if you want to give me some example of what you mean I would be better able to take care of you. You know that I like to be very exact in my studies “

Tina smiled

“Are you trying to make me believe that you aren’t familiar with the fucked senseless term?”

“No – I just want to be sure “

Tina rolled over and climbed on top of Bette “You could just say that you are feeling lazy and that you want me to take control of our love making “

She straddled Bette and looked down at the brunette – her long brown hair was loose and she looked younger than 23. She looked like how Tina remembered her as a Senior when they had become high school lovers. She had been so sexy but so utterly unaware of that hotness. So many lesbians had wanted her that year but she had not strayed – not once had the approaches got to her. The pressure on her when she went to Harvard must have been intense – too intense for her to deal with and she had fallen for all the nonsense. For someone as innocent and trusting as Bette that must have been a real trial.