"Babe." Bette smiled, looking into Tina’s eyes, only heightening the intensity of their lust. "We’re almost home."

 "But …" Tina said, trailing off as she felt Bette’s hand on her thigh, under her dress. "Bette."

 "T." Bette whispered, leaning over Tina to hide her hand from the view of the driver. "Just be quiet, okay?"

 "Uh!" Tina moaned as she felt Bette’s finger run over her soft skin.

 Bette could feel how whet Tina had gotten from just thinking about them together, and she gently put two fingers inside of Tina.

 "Bette!" Tina shouted, causing the driver to look over his shoulder.

 "Tina." Bette laughed into her ear. "Shh."

 "Oh my god!" Tina continued, unable to keep her thoughts – or noises – to herself. Bette could tell she’d have to wait as she slowly pulled her fingers out of Tina, hearing Tina protest.

 "No …"

 The driver looked back again, raising an eyebrow in the rearview mirror. "We’re here."

 "Finally." Bette smiled, still trying to keep Tina from jumping ontop of her. "Tina."

 Tina smiled once she saw their house, trying to open the door as Bette got out, paid the driver and helped Tina with her door.

 "We’re home." Bette whispered to Tina with a smile as she helped her to the sidewalk.

 "I want you so bad." Tina said, turning to face Bette as she put her hands over Bette’s chest, lightly pressing.

 "T." Bette said, trying to shake away the feeling Tina was initiating.

 "Babe." Tina whispered, taking off her shoes as her lips met with Bette’s. "I wanna go down on you."

 Bette smiled as she kissed Tina, wanting to go down on her too. "We’ll take turns okay?" Bette said, trying to break the kiss. "But we have to get inside.

 "No." Tina whined as she started to undo the buttons on Bette’s blouse.

 "Tina!" Bette gasped, trying to redo the buttons as they continued to kiss. Their tongues met, lightly exploring each other’s mouths before Tina moved her lips to Bette’s mouth. "Oh fuck." Bette said, feeling her body tingle licked her lips. She knew she had to move this inside, but Tina was making that nearly impossible. "How is it you can’t open a door but this …" Bette said, stopping as she felt Tina’s hand fiddle with the buttons on her pants. "… This you can do."