Tibette - My First, My Last, My Everything

Chapter one: New beginnings

Warning: contains explicit language, sexual scenes, talk of death, alcoholism and vomit.

February 10th 2010, Bette and Tina's house

Tina is feeling overwhelmed as she juggles brown paper grocery bags and her briefcase, making her way up the driveway and to the porch. She sighs as she spots Bette waiting for her at the door with her arms outstretched, silently offering to take the load in more way than one.

"How was work baby?" She asks, pecking Tina on the forehead as she hikes grocery bags under each arm.

"Draining. How about you?" Tina kicks the front door shut behind them both and together they dump all bags on the work surface.

"Better now you're home." She smiles as she begins to unpack the groceries. "Kit's giving Angelica dinner and dropping her back at eight, so why don't you go take a soak in the bath and I'll cook?"

Tina's shoulders instantly relax and she feels the stress begin to melt away a little. "Mmm that sounds perfect. What are you going to cook?" She asks, beginning to help her place items in the fridge.

"Hey, leave that and just go relax," Bette says, wrestling a carton of oat milk from Tina's grip. "Go on, go have a bath. I'll bring you a glass of wine when I'm finished up here."

"I don't deserve you Bette Porter," Tina whispers, closing the gap between them planting a slow, soft kiss on Bette's lips. "Thank you." She says simply before disappearing down the hallway.

Once all is unpacked and the kitchen is tidy, Bette pours two glasses of red and pre-heats the oven. She's planning Tina's favourite chicken parmesan.

"We're all out of white so I'm hoping red is okay," Bette says as she peaks around the bathroom door. Tina, submerged in a tub full of bubbles, smiles sweetly and nods.

"You know what would really take my day from a one to a ten?" She raises an eyebrow as she takes the glass from Bette, deliberately caressing her hand as she does. Bette raises an eyebrow in response while leaning back against the work surface. "Get in and join me?"

"As much as I'd love to, you and I both know that we won't be getting any dinner tonight if I do and I'm cooking your favourite." Bette explains, knowing full well that Tina only has to ask once more for her resolve to completely fade away and jump in the bath with her.

"There's really only one thing I want to eat right now," Tina smirks. Bette's breathing instantly picks up and she feels the familiar tug deep inside her tummy. Tina recognises the change in Bette's face and instantly knows she's won. "Take off your clothes," Tina commands, no humour in her face now.

Bette finds herself gulping harshly, her mouth suddenly dry. No matter how many times they do this, Bette never stops feeling the nerves, the excitement, the butterflies, the anxiety, the thrill and the desperation she felt the first time. The feelings never fade.

Taking a sip of her own glass of wine before placing it down on the counter top, Bette languidly begins to unbutton her shirt, careful to drag her own fingers down her abdomen as she goes. She shrugs and the chiffon material falls to the floor with a sigh. Reaching behind herself, she unclips her bra and proceeds to let it slip off.

Tina watches carefully, sipping at her wine. Her eyelids are heavy as her eyes follow Bette's hand to the button of her slacks. She begins to chew her lip when Bette slips her hand inside her panties. Making eye contact with Tina now, Bette begins to massage her clit while her left hand creeps up her abdomen to cup her own breast.

Tina breaks the silence, "take it all off. I want to see everything." Bette's breath hitches and the rise and fall of her chest quickens. Tina can see the effect she's having on her fiancé and quickly finds her own hand wandering south amongst the bubbles.