"Happy holidays," Tina waved, walking back toward their house with Bette at her side. She smirked devilishly, resting her head on the warm shoulder. "Thank you, baby. That was …"

"A BAD Christmas, I know," Bette laughed, helping Tina inside.

"Mmm …"

*****

"Oh I remember that," Tina smiled, bringing her glass of wine up once more to analyze it without much interest. "That was … something. I was thrilled."

"Yeah."

"Mmm hmm. And why are you bringing that up now?" Tina investigated, taking a cautious sip of her wine. "You should know not to tease me this way … it makes me … hungry."

"You should find out any minute," Bette chuckled, taking their glasses to the kitchen to refill them with wine.

Tina pursed her lips knowingly, a beaming smile bursting on instinct. "Because we won’t be driving anywhere, will we?"

"Driving?" Bette called back. Her tone told of her teasing. "No. Not driving."

"Uh huh." Tina looked to the clock to see that it was 8:30 pm. The time they’d been picked up years before. "You know, maybe I’ll go out for a walk."

Bette chuckled as she brought their glasses back. "So you’ve caught on, I see."

"Mmm … so what are we up to this time around?" she wondered, accepting the glass with a loving nod.

"Up to? Did you have anything in mind?"

Their teasing was both warm and infectious. They dared one another to continue with each phrase and glance.

Tina thought for a moment before another grin broke out. "Oh I have an idea. I don’t know if you’ll like it … but it’s already making me hot."

"Tell me."

"I want you to pretend I’m your slut. I want you to handcuff me when we’re inside, and I want you to play with me and tease me until she can’t take it anymore."

"Jesus," Bette laughed, resting her glass on the table to wipe her wetted bottom lip. "That’s … very interesting. Mmm … I love it."

"Me too, but I’m worried we’ll scare the girl," Tina confessed, thinking oh what fun it could be.

"She’s not a girl, hunny. She’s a woman, and I don’t think SHE would have contacted ME if she were afraid."

"She did?" Tina laughed, setting down her own drink. "Mmm … so you DID give her your number all that time ago. I thought you might have … so what did you tell her about me?"

"That you’re willing."

"Shut up!" Tina laughed instantly, throwing a small pillow at the beautiful brunette. "You’re awful, you know that? Awful."

"You’ve never complained," Bette grinned, interrupted with a knock at the door before she could tease Tina any further. "Ooh, looks like someone’s here."

"I’ll go get the toys. Where’s my big purse?"

"Shhh," Bette chuckled, waving Tina away. "Just stay here while I open it."

They both stood waiting while Bette pulled open the door, both women surprised by the sight before them. The few years since they’d last seen Maggie had done a world of good to her. She looked more confident, more seductive and more daring. The way she leaned in their doorway helped matters as well.

"Uh … hi," Bette finally smiled, immediately intrigued. "Maggie."

"You know, we could have done this any night. It didn’t HAVE to be Christmas."

Tina instantly enjoyed the woman’s attitude. She wanted to tease her more, because she knew this older Maggie could handle it. The woman’s hair even seemed a darker shade of black, cut shorter and layered. Maggie’s eyes – one blue and one green – served to enhance difference instead of squandering her normalcy. She’d grown confidently into her appearance.

"I’m a sentimental girl," Bette flirted back, slipping her arm around Tina to kiss her cheek. "You can go grab our things, dear. I’ll speak with the driver."