Helena (walking in the kitchen): I’ll go see where they are if you would make some tea.

Peggy (patting her arm): Of course.

Helena walked into the living room, then into the media room. She started towards the staircase when she heard a pounding noise from the den, not thinking she walked in on Bette and Tina in the throes of passion. Taking in the gorgeous sight, noticing Bette naked from the waist up, her jeans hanging loosely on her hips, Tina’s legs wrapped around her waist, trying to swallow and realizing that her moisture had gone south, collecting there, her clit throbbing. Shutting the door she watched in lust as Tina succumbed to Bette’s passionate demands, wincing as Tina’s fingers dug shallow furrows along Bette’s back, biting back a moan as Tina came and Bette’s endearments pushed her higher. Tina muffling her scream in Bette’s mouth

Bette (caressing Tina’s face, brushing back damp hair, rubbing her naked thighs): I’ve got you…

Tina (mumbling; burying her head in the crook of Bette’s neck and shoulder): You certainly do (noticing Helena in the room.) Um…

Helena (softly): I’m sorry, I was looking for you and I um…

Bette (turning): Got distracted (teasing.)
Helena (moving behind Bette): Something like that (sliding her hands around Bette’s waist, moving them to the top of Bette’s pants; sliding one hand inside, feeling her hardened clit, her essence; locking eyes with Tina as her hand touched her own.)

Bette (groaning at the both of them touching her; holding her; turning her head): Something like this (pressing her lips to Helena’s; her tongue demanding entry; tightening her hold on Tina; moans and whimpers filled the air; hands caressing, teasing, Tina reaching for her pants, pulling on them, Helena pressing closer.)

Tina (leaning back; seeing her hand with Helena’s inside Bette’s pants, teasing her, knowing what it did to her partner): That’s hot…

Peggy (yelling): Helena, Tina, Bette (looking around; heading for the den.)

Bette (breaking away): Hold that thought.

Helena (pulling her hand out, licking her fingers;): Definitely…

Tina (putting her top on): Both of you just like that…

Bette (smirking): Vulnerable, aching…

Helena (turning as the door opened): Needing, wanting.

Peggy (poking her head in): There you are, didn’t you hear me calling you? (Looking at them, noticing Bette’s disheveled state as well as Tina’s; Helena’s flushed face) obviously not.