‘Spirits, help me,’ Tina thought as she knelt in front of Bette and took the cream from her. Bette was starting to get nervous and her breathing was picking up. Tina took a deep breath before dipping her fingers into the cream and bringing her hand to the wound that was dangerously close to Bette’s alluring breasts.

Bette hissed and threw her hand back in pain when she felt the cool ointment sinking into the scar, but Tina’s hand made it more soothing. Tina was in a trance as her hand moved in gentle circles across Bette’s chest, her fingers barely touching the sides of Bette’s breasts.

Then their eyes locked. It was an intense stare that said so much and Tina kept moving her hand as she leaned forward. Bette, panting at the movements of her chest, leaned forward as well. Their lips met in the middle in a passionate embrace that surprised them both.

They both moaned into the kiss and Bette’s hands immediately went to the back of Tina’s neck, holding her closer. Their tongues met as they deepened the kiss desperately. Bette’s other hand wrapped around Tina’s waist pulling her onto her lap so she could straddle her. Tina moaned at the action and wrapped one of her arms around Bette’s shoulders.

Tina moved the hand that was on Bette’s chest up to her throat and caressed her softly. She opened her eyes slowly and realized where her hand was and she gasped breaking the kiss and moving away from Bette.

Bette looked up in surprise as Tina groaned and put her hands over her head. Bette stood up slowly, buttoning up her shirt and walking towards Tina slowly. “Are you crying?” Bette said softly.

Tina looked at Bette, giving her the answer as she wiped the tears in her eyes. Bette wanted to hug her, but her senses were telling her not to. It was then that she realized that Tina’s hand was on her neck. That’s where it was when she had used whatever power she had. Bette gulped and stepped forward pulling Tina into a hug, regardless of the sword buzzing in warning against her leg.

“No, no! Bette!” Tina said pushing her away gently, “please!”

“Why?” Bette said softly looking hurt.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” Tina whimpered looking away, “I’m dangerous. I’m a confessor.”

“Why is that dangerous?” Bette said in frustration throwing her hands in the air and letting a tear slip down.

Tina sighed and put her hand gently on Bette’s cheek. She wiped away the tear as their eyes locked again and Tina said, “I’m sorry Bette. I-I like you o-okay, I just…”

Bette nodded with a small smile and said, “I understand. You don’t have to tell me okay?”

Tina smiled and said, “let’s go.”

“Yes,” Bette said following Tina as they approached the bridge. ‘Hmm,’ Bette thought, ‘confessor? Where have I heard that before?’

“Bette, this line is the most important,” Melvin said shaking the book of orden in his hand.

Bette gasped and her eyes widened. She looked at Tina, who hadn’t heard the gasp, and pursed her lips. ‘Tina Kennard,’ Bette thought as they walked onto the bridge, ‘what the fuck are you?’