Bette’s jeans clung to her every curve, leaving barely any room for her skin to breathe. She couldn’t possibly be wearing any underwear under the hip huggers. Those jeans wouldn’t allow that; not one stitch of cloth could be worn beneath them. Helena sucked her breath in, as she took in Bette’s figure from head to toe, starting at her legs. They looked longer due to the stiletto heels that Bette wore. Her olive skin peered through a white tanktop, her hair falling against her slender and strong shoulders. God, she looked beautiful in white. It complemented her skin, Helena thought, though her skin needed nothing to look perfect. It was as if God sculpted Bette to be perfection.

"You look…fucking amazing." Helena said, coming up behind Bette and resting her nose on Bette’s neck. She inhaled the musky scent of her perfume, "I’m thinking about not going to the pub afterall. I’d rather stay here and peel those jeans right off of your perfect body."

"Mmm…sounds like a good idea, but we wouldn’t want to disappoint Donna, now would we?"

"I suppose not. What do you have in mind, Bette?"

"I’m going to show her exactly why you want me and not her."

Helena chuckled softly, "And why is that?"

"Have you looked at me tonight, Hel’?"

"Theres so much more to why I fell for you, Bette Porter, than your looks. You are fantastic woman, to say the least."

"Well, thank you. If I’m a fantastic woman, you’re a phenomenal woman."

"We’ll be here all night with this. Neither of us like to give up." Bette smiled and winked.

"Let’s get out of here."

***

When they walked through the door, all eyes were on them. They were by far the most attractive women there and the thought of them together made most of the women there drip with anticipation. Even Donna had to admit, these two women seemed to have been hand-picked by the man upstairs for each other at birth.

"Oi! Helena! We’re over here!" Helena looked in the direction of the women, her old friends, and grabbed her girlfriend’s hand. She walked her over to their table.

"Ladies, I’d like you to meet my girlfried, Bette Porter. She’s the dean of the arts and design college at California University. Darling, this is Mellissa Roberts, Celia DeVoe, and Donna McDonald."