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    Bedtime Story

    “And she was so sure of that was she?”

    “As I mentioned before, she was a very confident young woman.”

    “Well, I happen to think she was right this time.”

    “So the evening of the artist dinner, the blonde bombshell…”

    “So she’s a bombshell now?”

    “You should have seen the dress she was wearing, bombs away indeed.” Tina couldn’t help but laugh as her wife raised her eyebrows suggestively for emphasis.

    “Okay you goof, what was this bombshell up to?”

    “As I was saying, Ms. Bombshell was staring at what just happened to be one of the curators favorite pieces in the whole gallery, so she approached quietly, seeing an opportunity to continue the easy and somewhat flirtatious conversation from their previous meeting. As they quietly exchanged hushed words and heated glances, the art director’s eyes came to land on the silver earring nestled in those golden blonde locks. Her heart leapt at this seemingly perfect excuse to finally touch this goddess in front of her.”

    As Bette told her story she closed her eyes, seeing the exact moment in her head, trying to accurately describe what she felt all those years ago. Tina looked on in amazement of Bette’s ability to not only let her know what she felt in that moment, but in seemingly knowing exactly what Tina had been thinking as well.

    “She reached for the earring, as shiver running down her spine at the simple caress of her hand in her hair. If she lingered just a little too long, the blonde beauty made no attempt to pull away.” Bette tangled her hand into to Tina’s flowing tresses and brought her head to rest against her shoulder, inhaling the smell of her shampoo. Tina was content in her lovers arms, wrapping the end on a stray curl over and over around her finger.

    “As the night progressed, although they were seated apart at the table, the electricity between them seemed to spark all night and as the Gallery owners close, but somewhat annoying friend later pointed out, ‘could have lit up the ***** Hollywood sign’.” Tina let out a little snort at Bette’s not-so-flattering, but fairly accurate description of Alice.

    “You sound as if you may know her.” Bette teased.

    “Well, maybe not her, but I have a friend who sounds awfully similar.”

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    1. im sorry but i have to desagree in one point cuz Angelina Jolie hold all candles…lol..i love Tina but Angelina is the master..lol..serious..sweet and cute chapter love it..post soon thanks :o)

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