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Got time for a quickie, dear?
By tigerDE

Tina looked up from the chopping board as she heard the front door open.

"…so move Peterson work to the back, and close off the front while its fixed."

Tina raised an eyebrow as she took in her lover's frazzled appearance.

"God-fucking-dammit!" Bette cursed loudly into her mobile phone, throwing her bag quite violently onto the sofa as she kicked the door closed. "Why is he such an arrogant, stubborn-minded wanker?"

Oh dear, she was pissed. Tina recognised the signs – reddening cheeks, clenched teeth, eyes as hard as steel – and felt sorry for whoever was on the receiving end of Bette's temper.

"So get it fucking sorted!" Bette exploded. "I shouldn't have to hold your hand all of the fucking time!"

Whatever the other person said next must have placated Bette slightly, because when she next spoke she was calmer.

"Ok, ok, just as long as it's done." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, counting to ten in her head. "Right, I should be in San Diego by midnight, so I'll call you when I get there."

She shut the phone and took another deep breath, before striding over to Tina and pulling her into a passionate kiss.

"Mmph!" Tina's yelp of surprise was muffled by Bette's mouth as she was backed against the kitchen worktop. Unprepared for the onslaught she had to push Bette away after a few moments so she could breathe.

"Whoa," she panted, trembling as Bette began to kiss all the sensitive spots on her neck. "What's going on?"

Bette, who was busy removing Tina's shirt, looked up and Tina saw the desire burning in her eyes. "I've got to go to San Diego tonight, so I've just got time to do you on the table."

"Umm…ok," Tina grinned as she was lifted so she was perched on the edge, Bette between her legs. She moaned as Bette finally managed to push her shirt and bra high enough to gain access to her nipples, which she began to kiss and suck gently.

"Damn, the one day I need you to wear a skirt…" Bette grumbled, fumbling desperately with Tina's fly and not having much luck. Giggling, Tina took her shaking hands and kissed each finger tip lightly, then undid it herself.

"See what happens when you slow down?"

"I haven't got time to slow down," Bette told her, motioning for her to lift her hips so she could slide off her jeans. "And I've been dying to taste you all day."

"Oh really? Why?"

"Because I had a really dirty dream last night, and I kept getting flashbacks at inappropriate moments."

Tina's panties joined her jeans on the floor, and Bette leaned forward, rubbing her nose through Tina's curls and inhaling her sweet aroma.

"Oh baby…" she groaned, slipping her tongue into Tina's slick folds. Tina gasped, her hands winding into Bette's head to keep her still as she began that lapping motion she loved so much.

"You'll have to…" Tina started to say, but broke off shuddering as Bette entered her with one finger and began to rub her g-spot. "You'll have to tell me about it sometime."

It didn't take long for her to reach orgasm; after seven years Bette knew exactly how to bring her to a fast and powerful climax.

"Oh God…I'm going to come," Tina moaned. "I'm going to…"

"Come on baby," Bette encouraged. "Let it all out." She could feel Tina's walls contracting round her fingers, so she took her clit into her mouth and sucked hard.

"Ohhhh…" Tina went crashing over the edge, her head flung back and thighs clenching together so Bette couldn't move, even if she wanted to.

Eventually, Tina had recovered enough to realise she was squashing her lover. Moving back on the table slightly, she pulled Bette up and into a tight embrace, burying her face in her neck as she tried to calm her raging heart.

"Hello, dear," she said jokingly after a few moments. "How has your day been?"

"Lovely," Bette replied, stroking Tina's hair soothingly. "Well, it was crap at the start, but then I fucked the beautiful woman in the world, on my kitchen worktop."

"Really? You did that too?" Tina pulled back and grinned at her lover. "That's a coincidence, because the most beautiful woman in the world just came and fucked me on my kitchen worktop."

Bette chuckled, leaning forward to place a tender kiss on Tina's lips. "I love you," she murmured, running her fingertip down the bridge of her nose. "I'll call you when I get there."

Tina nodded, stealing another quick kiss before Bette pulled away and went over to the front door, grabbing her bag.

"I love you too!" she called after her, hopping down from the counter. Bette flashed her a content, satisfied grin, then shut the door behind her. Shaking her head in amusement, Tina set about clearing up the vegetables that had fallen off the chopping board, her own grin plastered to her face.

The End

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