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Bette smiles at Tina. She stands and then bends down to help Tina up. She brings Tina’s hands to her face, placing kisses on the knuckles before rubbing her nose and cheeks with the soft alabaster skin. “I’ll never leave you. Let’s take a walk Baby.” Bette walks Tina through the precinct and out to her car, her arm wrapped tightly around her waist, securing Tina to her side. Tina walked with her body turned slightly into Bette with her face buried into the brunette’s neck. When they get to the car, Bette directs Tina to sit in the back saying, “I just want to hold you while we wait,” adding levity she continues, “and I don’t want to fight the center console to be close to you.”
They sit in the back in comfortable silence. Tina is sat at Bette’s right side, her legs thrown over the older woman’s lap, her face still buried in her neck and curly hair, and her left arm wrapped around Bette’s back with her hand gripping Bette’s shirt tightly. Bette’s right arm holds the blonde close as she rubs circles into her back. Her head is tilted down resting on Tina’s as her left hand rubs the fragile woman’s right; bringing it to her mouth every few minutes to offer a tender kiss to the palm. The woman snuggled for almost thirty minutes before they were interrupted with a knock on the window. Kate.
Bette helps Tina out of the car before addressing Kate, her voice short and tight. “Tell us what happened.”
Kate looks at them both, her eyes filled with anxiety and… bewilderment. She glances around the parking lot. “Um… I have the answers… when we’re done talking you’ll have more understanding than you want.”
“Well…” Bette huffs impatiently.
Kate turns. “Let’s go sit somewhere.”
Bette’s ire rises. “Look, I don’t know what you’re playing at–”
Kate looks at Bette pleadingly. “Bette…” She glances at Tina before looking back at Bette, imploring her with her eyes. “please? You’re going to want to sit.”
Bette looks at Kate as her chest tightens. Realizing that this conversation may push Tina over the edge, Bette makes a decision; she gathers Tina’s attention. “Baby? Kate’s going to walk you over to that bench.” Bette points to a picnic table and bench under a tree across the parking lot. “I need to make a phone call and then I’ll be right there.” Tina’s face casts over in fear and anxiety. “It’s okay Baby. It’ll only take five minutes and you’ll be able to see me the whole time. I’m going to stay right here by the car.”