Bette and Tina spent the rest of the day going through the rest of Bette’s painting’s for the show. They had selected 15 pieces that Bette felt happy enough with to show. The only trouble was, she needed at least 20 to fill her part of the gallery.

Tina: “look I am sure there are some others that can be used”

Bette frowned as she looked at the one’s that she had already selected: “this is the best of a bad bunch”

Tina: “Don’t say that Bette, they are fantastic, I wish I was as talented as you”

Bette smiled coyly: “ you are Tina”

Tina tutted: “I meant as an artist Bette, and don’t try changing the subject”

Bette, suitably admonished: “sorry”

Tina started again to go through the pile of mounting paintings that Bette had discarded.

Tina: “what about this one?” holding up an abstract.

Bette: “not bold enough”

Tina: “this one?” displaying a depiction of a seascape

Bette: “too placid, I want something that is going to punch out and smack people in the face. If I’m going to come out, so to speak I want to make a great first impression…”

Tina: “Well are you completely happy with what you have chosen?”

Bette: “I suppose!”

Tina: “Not convinced Miss Porter”

Bette put her arms around Tina’s waist: “Maybe we should take a fresh look at this in the morning?”

Bette began to nibble on Tina’s ear lobe. Tingling vibrations made spider foot prints down Tina’s spine, as Bette breathed on to her neck.

Tina: “I suppose, sleeping on it might help”

Bette: “who said anything about sleeping”

Bette continued to tease Tina, planting little kisses down her long sleek neck.

Tina turned to face Bette pulling her closer. She devoured Bette’s lips, entering her mouth she sucked Bette’s tongue into her’s.

Bette lost her breath as Tina continued her assault on her.

Tina began to tear at Bette’s clothing, lifting her top over and off her head. Running her hands up Bette’s toned and tanned back, and unhooking the clasp to her bra, and slipping it free over her arms.

Tina began to kiss and nibble at Bette’s neck, and down over her collar bone.

Bette could smell the shampoo in Tina’s hair, sending shivers down her spine.