“You are quite wicked Miss Kennard, perhaps that is why you do enthral me quite so proficiently…” Bette placed a light kiss on Tina’s lips, finding them as soft and fragrant as she imagined, the effect conjuring such sweet rivulets of delectation to ignite within her.

Tina lifted her eyes as the laughter raised up a notch and the music change to some rhythmic Blues tracks.

“Come on, lets go meditate on the World, sort it into imaginary boxes and wonder why the earth was not made of our imagining” Tina giggled at Bette’s serious nod in response and patted her behind to encourage her in her wake.

Their friends sat unsymmetrical around their lounge space utilising every pillow and exploiting every sitting/laying posture imaginable. Tina sourced great pleasure in the relaxation their home seemed to inspire.

“Come on join in guys, give us your sticky sweet take on our topic d’jour …” Alice postured.

“Well you best elaborate to ensure you hear our obviously sagely views Alice” Bette frowned and shook her head as Alice laid out on the floor with her legs over a sideways reclined Shane on the sofa.

“Well, it’s a delightful and simple little topic ce soir ….“Love ….friend or foe, discuss ? BUT you have to be philosophical you cant use your current odiously stable relationship as evidence.”

Tina and Bette laughed at this strange and underhand rule, but settled in to hear the debate none the less. They brought with them more wine and a dessert of warm marinated raspberries and strawberries in Amaretto with some whipped fresh cream with crushed chocolate and meringue gently spun in. The “ooo’s” and “aarrs” satisfying the chefs.

“God, this smells good” Shane volunteered as she leaned in to procure some from Alice’s protesting bowl.

“ Its practically a liqueur ?! How long did you leave this T !?”

Alice’s obviously pleasure at discovering an unexpected source of fortified alcohol made the room smile.

“Don’t blame me, its Bette’s creation. Anyway, where were we. Who is testifying to the grandeur/ power or indeed fallacy/ foolery of amour ?” Tina licked some cream off her thumb slightly slower than she would have unwatched, but she sensed Bette was paying attention, and who was she to disappoint.