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“… and that is how World War I came about,” Tina concluded. She yawned and stretched, noticing her girlfriend’s glazed eyes. She frowned and snapped her fingers in front of Bette’s face. “Honey? Are you alright?”

A smile slowly spread over Bette’s lips. “As long as you keep doing that, I’m alright.”

“Keep doing what?”

Bette looked away and absent-mindedly played with the hem of her shirt. “Nothing in particular.”

“Bette…”

“Alright,” Bette relented. By now she knew that it wasn’t much use denying Tina anything at all. “Loving me. As long as you love me, I’m alright.”

Tina smiled. “That’s so cute!”

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” Bette grunted. “Was that necessary?” she asked, falling back to the pillows. “Seriously though – I still don’t get how the first World War started.”

“Am I that bad at explaining it?” Tina asked worriedly.

“I wouldn’t know,” Bette shrugged. Then her face lit up. “Here’s an idea. Why don’t you explain it to me? It’s a win-win situation: you get to practise explaining it and I get to understand it.”

Tina stared at Bette blankly. The brunette didn’t lose the gloating look. After a while, Tina spoke. “Do you actually mean that?”

“Uhm… yeah?” Tina’s tone was worrying Bette. She shifted uncomfortably.

“I just kind of spent a lot of time explaining it to you. What were you doing?”

“Oh!” Bette replied, realisation hitting her. “That was what you were saying. You see, I saw your lips moving and I was so mesmerised by the sight of it that I kind of tuned out.”

Tina rolled her eyes. “I could really consider that extremely offensive, not to mention the objectifying nature of that comment.”

“I’m sorry, T. You know how I get when you go all dry spell on me.”

“Three days without sex is hardly a dry spell, is it?”

“We’re teenagers. Of course it is.”

Tina sighed. “I’m trying to help you here. I don’t want you to fail history.”

“I find it hard to concentrate, that’s all. If only we could make out for like five minutes, I’d be fine.”

Tina groaned and lied down on the bed. Worriedly, Bette joined her and cupped Tina’s face. “What’s wrong?” the brunette asked.

“It’s just… it’s so much about sex with you. Ever since we first did it, you want it all the time. I mean, I like sex, don’t get me wrong. Hell, I love it, but sometimes I get the feeling it’s all you’re after.”

“Honey,” Bette said softly. “Look at me.” Tina turned her head. “If I only wanted sex from you, I would’ve pushed you from the moment we got together, don’t you think? I love you for who you are, for the person that you are, and I happen to consider myself lucky enough to have found a great person like you in a body that is sexy as hell. I love you – all of you.”

Tina thought for a moment. “If we have sex right now, do you promise to listen to me explaining our history course?”

Bette grinned. “You have my word.”