Bette sat parked outside the address she’d received from Tina as she’d walked out the pub. Now she was fidgeting and feeling like some eager teenager. She quickly dispelled that thought and feeling, she had warned Tina she was eager to see her. Why wouldn’t she, and so what if she was anxious? The last four years have been real. Pining, missing, going crazy, being aloof and at times despondent were the emotions she’d felt because she wasn’t with her soul.

Car lights lit into hers as she saw Tina driving into a parking bay near her. She sat in her car and watched Tina gather her things and self, preparing to get out.

“Hey you.” Bette alerted Tina to her presence. She’d walked to Tina’s car after locking hers, the whole time watching Tina. She couldn’t keep her eyes nor herself from Tina any longer.

“Hey yourself” replied Tina, locking her car. Bette graciously took what she could off Tina’s hands and they walked to Tina’s door, both sheepishly smiling and anticipating the evening ahead.

Placing everything on the bar kitchen table, they turned to each other. Tina slowly walked into Bette’s open arms and rested against her.

“I’ve done nothing but think of you today.” Tina stated

“Well if reliving our last five days constitutes as thinking, then I was in the same boat today.” Bette told Tina who was now looking at Bette with her head tilted back.

Bette couldn’t resist leaning forward very slowly. Her eyes tracing from Tina’s cleavage, up to her beautiful neck finally ending at the lips she was going towards. Her lips met Tina’s in a butterfly touch, almost as if she was testing the temperature, which was about to rise in Tina.

On reaching Tina’s lips for the second time, Bette closed her eyes in benevolence. Tina’s eyes fluttered, she didn’t know whether she was swooning or steady, one thing for sure her heart was beating a mile a second. Every moment Bette’s lips left hers she wanted to open her eyes in question? ‘Why did you do that?’ question.  After what felt like hours of torture, Tina mashed their lips together, hungrily opening her mouth to Bette. Bette took the invitation by gently slipping her tongue into that warm inviting mouth.