“But you do!”

Tina smiled and gave her a peck on her lips. “You are so biased.”

“I can’t help it that you look gorgeous in everything. But I promise that if I don’t like something, I will tell you.”

“Promise?”

“Swear.”

Tina smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She disappeared between the racks, got out some dresses and tried them on. A few seconds later, she peeked around the curtain and motioned for Bette to come in. Bette got up, stretched her limbs and joined Tina. 

“T-tina,” Bette finally uttered after she had regained her composure. She was thankful for the room being so small, so that the walls had made sure she didn’t fall entirely. Tina was wearing a flaming red dress with a neckline plunging dangerously low. Around her navel, to be exact. Actually, there was more bare skin than covered skin. There was a split running up her tigh and her back was exposed.

Tina smirked. She could almost see the drool coming out of Bette’s mouth corners. She had picked this dress to see if Bette would be honest – it was a quite slutty dress, really. 

“Well?”

“You look amazing.”

“Bette! You promised me you would say so if you didn’t like it!”

The brunette looked up, an innocent look in her eyes. “But I like it?”

Tina was perplexed. “You do?” She had expected Bette to have a better taste.

“Well, only at home of course. I would never have you going out wearing that in public.”

Tina smiled. “That’s my girl.” She wanted to add something to that, but didn’t have the chance. Bette had crashed their mouths together and her hands were frantically discovering Tina’s very exposed body. A few minutes later, Bette was not using her mouth to kiss her lover anymore. She was using it to stifle her moans and orgasm.

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Tina was content that she had succeeded in buying Bette some nice clothes as well. She had always thought it was a pity that the brunette didn’t accentuate her killer body more. She didn’t wear boring clothes, but it were always the same ones.

Bette was feeling like having a wine that evening, but she decided not to go down that road, keeping last night in mind. She wasn’t a big drinker and it took some persuasion to get her to drink alcohol. But Tina had insisted she had one glass and she hadn’t been able to deny her. She really couldn’t deny her anything.

Tina walked in wearing the cutest apron. Bette had bought her this to express her gratitude for having Tina’s home-made dinners so often. Kit was a great cook as well, but Tina’s skills could beat a top-chef. 

The blonde threw herself on the safe next to Bette. 

“Did you have a good time today?”

“Honestly? I hate shopping,” Bette laughed.

Tina was shocked. “What? Why didn’t you say something? I could have taken someone else!”

“You know I’d do anything to spend time with you.”

“But we’ve got so much time left to share?”

“You never know in life… and hey, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do!”