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Tina pulled all the best things out of the fridge from earlier. The sushi platter was a definite no, it had sat on the kitchen counter for too long, so that was trashed. She pulled out the sandwiches and cheeses and meats. And especially the olives.
Bette just stared at Tina as she went around her kitchen, opening and closing drawers and cabinets, orienting herself. And the whole time she was gloriously naked. She could get used to this, she thought.
Tina put together a few plates for them and they stood around the kitchen island, chatting and laughing, touching and feeding each other, sipping more cognac It was so easy between them.
Tina took the last olive and pushed it in between Bette’s lips, not quite letting it go. She was staring at the brunette’s perfect mouth. Bette licked at it and then sunk her teeth into it, wrenching it from Tina’s grip, a triumphant smile, pulling her lips out wide as she chewed it. Tina’s heart fluttered.
Bette ran upstairs to grab them some bathrobes. It was early hours of the morning now, and it was getting cold. She handed Tina a thick white robe and began picking up the empty plates and then loaded the dishwasher while Tina had a little time to think about the events of the day.
The brunette saw that Tina seemed far away, deep in thought. “That’s a serious look. Wanna talk about it?” said Bette. She perched on the edge of a stool and leaned forward, elbows on the counter, hands folded, waiting.
“Hmmm, yeah,” Tina said, her hand gong to the back of her neck, massaging. Bette noticed her slumped shoulders. She saw a lot in her posture. Bette frowned.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing, Bette”, she sighed. “I’m a runner. I’ve always been a runner. When a situation becomes unbearable, I run away.” Tina shook her head slowly, her eyes closed. “You know, all that crap I was telling you and Shane, about how I grew up in the South, how I could handle myself. That’s all bullshit. Yes, I grew up hunting and fishing, fighting with the boys in town. That’s true enough. But, my family life was pretty horrible. My parents are super religious, and as I got older they knew that I was different. They were abusive, verbally and sometimes physically. But, I never stood up to them. I just took it and took it. For years. And when I had scraped up enough money and got into a good college, I ran. I ran to LA and little Christina was gone. I became Tina Kennard and was thrilled with my autonomy. I met Dana, and we became best friends. I created a new life, worked hard and went from a PA to a producer. Now at 27 years old, I’ve got a pretty solid career. I get to choose the right scripts. I have some respect in this industry. I’m good at what I do. But, then this happened. And then Dana was gone, and my production a mess. And I did……what I always do. I went to my boss and told him I needed time away. You know, I hadn’t stepped foot on the set until today. I was terrified.”