Look What the Cat Dragged In

Bette paced the house lighting candles everywhere trying to create a romantic atmosphere. The vampire fussed with her already perfect hair leaving it the way Tina liked it; curly and loose. Bette wore grey slacks and a tight white collared shirt with only the two center buttons fastened. You could see her tight midriff and the lace of her pale pink bra peeking through. She smiled at the idea that she was actually anxious. Women did not make Bette Porter nervous…ever. But this witch was different.

She had spoken to Tina soon after the blonde had gotten home.  She was relieved to hear that Tina was ok aside from feeling a little cold, but promised herself they would never go there again.  Her blood was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted but Tina was too precious to her to risk going too far again. 

She closed her eyes remembering the taste of her skin and the feel of her hair. Her eyes opened suddenly noticing something in the air change. She opened the door just before it rang.  She had felt her presence once she had driven onto her block.  Tina stood in the doorway startled and amazed that Bette knew she was there.

“Oh, sorry, T, I just couldn’t wait another second.”

She pulled her in kissing her and slamming the door behind them.  Bette lifted her off the ground gently, kissing her passionately and showing her just how much she had missed her. Tina pulled back slightly needing to catch her breath.  Bette kept forgetting to let her breathe. 

“Sorry, baby, breathe.”

“You really did miss me huh?” 

“Of course I did. Did you think last night was a one shot deal?” Bette put her back on the ground.

Tina decided she wanted to tease the vampire just a little. “Well, you know you have a reputation, Casanova.  I was there when you were approached by…what was it…four women at the same time?  They weren’t interested in playing canasta with you and it didn’t seem like what they were asking you for was out of the question.”

“Come on T, I was just …you know…I was only playing with them.  I wasn’t actually entertaining the idea of sleeping with four women at the same time.  That’s crazy.” Bette avoided eye contact.