“Morning,” Tina smiled, signing in at the front as she stood next to Bette.

Slowly, Bette allowed herself to glance over at her boss, who seemed impossibly happy. She couldn’t understand her own desire to feel that way, but she always seemed twisted in some state of sour disappointment. In her life, in others, and in Tina. She almost wanted to reach out and touch her.

Tina walked off before she could try, and Bette was interrupted by the nurse behind the counter. “They’re waiting for you just over there.”

“Which room?” Bette asked, absent-mindedly accepting the folder.

“Ten,” the nurse said, a small smile at the look on Bette’s face. Everyone knew her splendid array of issues, and at times like this, felt sorry for her, even if she wouldn’t accept their kindness.

It wasn’t until later that evening that Bette’s interest was peaked. She got up groggily to her door when she heard a familiar voice. It was Tina, calling to her.

“I need you to open the door.”

Bette did so, standing in surprise at Tina standing before her in a white blouse and a hot little black skirt – soaked from head to toe. Suddenly Bette was worried this was a hallucination as consequence of her constant use of pain medication. Highly probable, she figured, but she waited to hear Tina’s response.

“I’ve been waiting to kiss you,” Tina said quietly, stepping in and touching her fingers to Bette’s lips. She looked up at her as the water collected at the ends of her hair, looking so innocent and yet burning with lust all at once.

“Yup. Definitely a hallucination,” Bette smirked to herself, closing the door behind Tina and enjoying the sight nonetheless.

“Hey, what if that hurt my feelings?” Tina smiled, seemingly unphased by her own words. She leaned in a bit toward Bette.

“It doesn’t,” Bette smiled, always enjoying this easy version of Tina, but never as much as the real, feisty thing.

“Oh,” this Tina whispered, pressing in and kissing her. Even knowing it was all a delusion, it nearly took Bette’s breath away. It was almost as surprising as Bette expected Tina to be in reality.

“Turn around,” Bette whispered, keeping her hands off of Tina, but grinding into her. She would enjoy every moment she could, she figured. ‘God, Tina would be so upset if she knew about this,’ she smiled wickedly, and that aroused her further. She loved teasing Tina. As a matter of fact, she loved everything about Tina, but she wouldn’t admit it – never aloud.