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Once Tina was done explaining the latest Aaron-Ambush, Bette’s smile gave her away.
“What?” Tina asked, eyeing her girlfriend suspiciously.
The brunette smirked and shrugged, averting eye contact with the cute blonde sitting on the floor across from her. She reached for the glass of red wine on the coffee table behind her.
“I guess that means I don’t need to take you to the airport so early in the morning.”
“Yeaaaah. Aaaaand?” Tina’s suspicious glare was melting into a suspicious smile.
Bette took a sip of her wine, and silently set it back on the table. She looked into Tina’s leery eyes. From her sitting position, Bette slowly and deliberately crawled the short distance between herself and her girlfriend. Tina was sitting with her elbows resting on her bent knees, her legs slightly parted, her feet flat on the floor.
A tingle swept through Tina’s body as she watched Bette sexily make her way closer. Her arms dropped from her legs and she leaned back, putting her hands on the floor behind her. Bette slid between her legs and she reached out, grabbing the back of Tina’s neck, drawing her in.
“Aaaand, it means we don’t have to go to sleep as early as we planned.” She whispered as she grazed her lips against Tina’s.
The music executive was so turned on, her eyes closed, anticipating the kiss she desperately needed. But it didn’t come.
Tina opened her eyes to a smiling Bette watching her closely.
“You’re evil, you know that?” She whispered, making Bette breathe a laugh.
The pressure against the back of her neck brought her close to Bette’s lips again. The two women shared a few breaths, intensely gazing at the other’s face. Tina felt Bette’s warm, wet tongue trace her full lips before sneaking inside her mouth, allowing her to taste the traces of wine still on her gorgeous woman’s palate.
A soft moan was heard, neither woman knowing which one of them it had come from. Tina slowly laid back as Bette positioned herself between her legs, feeling the heat emanating from the blonde’s sexual hub even through the denim fabric of her jeans. Tina wrapped her legs around Bette’s, wanting to feel more pressure against her center.