previously… 

Tina flipped the lock and then moved to the curtains, all the while keeping her eyes locked with the brunette’s. 

“Wha…what are you doing?” asked the brunette, her voice trembling as she stood entranced by the blonde.

“This is going to take a while,” said Tina as she pulled the curtains firmly shut, “and I’m not risking any more interruptions.”  As she said it, the blonde bent to unplug the phone from the wall.  Bette gulped, completely spellbound as Tina approached her again, her eyes clear, direct. 

The brunette leaned in, her breathing shallow as she claimed those lips.  The storm raged outside but was nothing compared to the electricity surging through the two bodies that were about to own one another.

“Just breathe,” whispered Bette as she took the blonde’s hand in her own and led her to the bedroom.

Tina swallowed as she followed the striking brunette down the hallway.  There was a definite urgency in both of them as they walked hand in hand but did not feel rushed.  There was desperation but no fear of being interrupted. 

They entered the bedroom as if in slow motion, their eyes locked on one another.  Bette had lit candles throughout her room as well, the smell of jasmine lingering in the air.   

Tina backed Bette toward the bed and sat her down.  Taking a half step back, the blonde slowly lifted her dress, feeling Bette’s fingers teasing her inner thighs.  That touch alone nearly brought Tina to her knees.  She shivered and gripped the brunette’s shoulders, leaning into her touch. 

Bette took in a breath at the sight of Tina clad only in a black lace bra and matching panties.  Her fingers slid up over the blonde’s thighs and up to her bare stomach, admiring the toned abs as they flexed beneath her touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered with barely concealed desire, her eyes meeting Tina’s. 

Tina swallowed, leaning down as she took the brunette’s face in her hands, pressing their lips together.  She slid her tongue into Bette’s mouth, sighing as the brunette’s tongue met her own.

The kiss heightened their desires, Tina tangling her fingers into Bette’s curls.  Her hands moved down as she slipped her hands into the brunette’s jacket, pulling it off of her shoulders.  She then progressed to Bette’s shirt, her fingers skillfully undoing the buttons and gliding her hands inside, moaning at the touch of that bare mocha skin against her fingertips.