“You can tell all that from just a few minutes sitting with someone,” said Tina in an impressed tone.

            “You’re comfortable in your job, but it’s not your true passion, you’ve been an advocate for GLBT rights before, and you were great at it.  I don’t get that from you sitting across from me, I get that from your name being pushed across my desk for various organizations that I’ve given money to over the years.  I know that you’re interested, in me, in more than just a platonic way.  You’ve touched my hand several times, you make eye contact easily and the attempt to wink earlier was rather endearing,” smiled Amy, her lips curling seductively.

            Tina swallowed, taking another swig of her drink, “You got me.”

             “I know,” laughed Amy as the music changed, “Do you happen to dance?”

            “Badly,” replied Tina honestly.

            “Naw, can’t be, you just haven’t found the right dance partner yet.”

            Taking Tina’s hand and pulling her up off the stool, pressing herself into Tina’s body, walking with slow deliberate steps, turning her head, lips brushing against Tina’s hot cheek.  Tina’s eyes clouded over, feeling the intense feelings that she’d felt years ago when Bette had first kissed her in her gallery.  Amy turned, her hips moving to the beat, her hands wandering down to Tina’s hips.  Breath caught in her throat, the song pulsed down to a slower beat and Tina finally was able to move, matching the seductive sway of Amy’s hips.  Her hands wandering up Amy’s sides, a smile crossing her lips, Tina’s dark eyes met Amy’s emerald ones, leaning in, Tina decided to take that inevitable plunge, she let her lips brush Amy’s. 

            Amy’s lips parted, taking in a hot sharp breath, pulling Tina that much closer, their tongues fluttered against each others, the pounding music disappearing around them as they were locked in a slow hot embrace.  The song ended, replaced by another equally pulsating dance song, when Amy pulled away from the kiss, “How late can you stay out?”

            “I don’t have a curfew,” assured Tina her breath heaving, feeling the wetness between her legs already. 

            “Think we can get a cab… and… continue this elsewhere?” asked Amy in a throaty voice.

            “Yeah, definitely think we can finish this in the comforts of a bed…”

            “Or in the back of a car,” grinned Amy impishly.

            “Never done that before,” admitted Tina sheepishly as she watched Amy slipping her cell phone into her hand, dialing a number.  “Not sure I could either.”

            “Not that flexible?” asked Amy in jest.

            “I’m not very adventurous,” stammered Tina.

            “I keep telling you, you just haven’t met the right partner,” replied Amy again, asking for a cab and they told her it would be half an hour.  Looking up in frustration, seeing the spiderwebbing of the support beams above her.  “I’ll be a mother fucker.”

            “What?” asked Tina looking upwards and not knowing that was going on. 

            “Fuck the cab,” said Amy with a wicked grin.  “I forgot about Jo’s play rooms,” added Amy.  Walking to the bar, Tina following, motioning to the bartender, who moved over to where Amy was.  “I’m Amy Astin.”

            The bartender instantly recognized the name, “Yes ma’am.”

            “I want a pass to Heaven,” said Amy with the wickedest of grins.

            “Heaven?” asked Tina and then she saw the small sign over the staircase behind the bar, wondering what in the world she’d gotten herself into. 

            “Jo’s a creature of habit, and what works, she keeps.  Heaven worked in San Francisco, it must work here.”

            The bartender, swallowing hard, slid a card to Amy, “Room six,” she said to Amy.  “Is there anything else you need?”

            “Just a few hours of bliss,” smiled Amy turning to Tina, “Not backing out on me, are you?” asked Amy sexily.

            “No,” answered Tina.

            “Thank god,” chuckled Amy kissing her fiercely again, making Tina swoon and push her against the bar.  Hands roaming Amy’s near perfect body, “Let’s go.”

            “Most spoken line in movies,” muttered Tina as they moved to the staircase, disappearing from the club and into a den of debauchery.