Bette reached over and grabbed Tina’s wrist firmly, pulling the woman towards her. Tina leaned into the movement and swung her leg across Bette’s lap, settling with her knees either side of Bette’s hips. Bette could feel the warmth and familiar weight of Tina’s body melting into her as Tina grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her with abandon. Bette gazed up at Tina while they kissed, everything she had ever lived for was right there in those hazel eyes. Her hands moved to Tina’s back and slid up the fabric of her tank top, feeling Tina’s silky skin underneath her fingertips.

Tina pulled away from the kiss, cheeks flushed, and crossed her arms to pull off her tank. Bette’s hands trailed along Tina’s sides as the garment came off, thrilled to be touching skin instead of fabric. She immediately buried her face in Tina’s breasts, opening her mouth and almost inhaling the curve of her soft skin. Tina let out a small moan and began slowly removing a pin from Bette’s hair, letting the wild curls escape into her hands.

Bette was digging her heels into the carpet, pulling Tina into her. She couldn’t take it anymore. 

”T…” she whispered into Tina’s heaving chest. Tina looked down at her and smiled.

”Up,” Tina commanded. They stood in unison, Bette wrapping her arms around Tina and holding the back of her head while she kissed her. Tina slid her tongue into Bette’s mouth, hot and wet and tasting faintly of the wine. Bette felt that familiar want in herself, could feel herself becoming wet, breathing too quickly. They fumbled towards the bed, Bette unbuttoning her shirt and throwing it behind her feeling Tina pulling at her pants. Bette gasped slightly when Tina pushed her backwards, and both women quietly laughed into each other’s mouths at Bette’s reaction as Tina climbed on top and straddled her. Pinning Bette’s wrists above her head, Tina began kissing Bette’s neck, pausing to blow on the wet marks she was leaving.

”Tina, please,” Bette moaned, shifting her hips as she looked down Tina’s spine. Her grip slightly loosened, and Bette pulled her hands out from underneath Tina’s while she shook a brunette curl from her face, panting softly. In a swift, practiced movement Bette rolled them both over, now facing each other on the crisp linen sheets. She lunged into Tina’s kiss, reaching behind and unhooking Tina’s black lace bra with ease. Despite the lingerie drama of earlier that week, Bette had a fleeting thought that she really hadn’t paid it the attention it deserved. She ran her fingers softly along the side of the now loose garment and whispered into Tina’s mouth.