Shaolin Studios
Dylan (walking through the hallway; trying to vaguely remember how to get to Tina’s office; looking up she saw Shane coming her way): Morning…

Shane (politely): Morning. So you’re the director everyone’s fussing about…

Dylan (sipping her coffee): Maybe. I guess my field work with different cultures and such got my foot in the door. (Looking at her) did you…

Shane (shaking her head; remembering what Carmen had said to her): No. I haven’t had the chance. (Looking at her cell phone) sometime later or so. (Figuring what the hell) Bette and Tina are having a barbecue. Everyone will be there…

Dylan (defiant): So if I show up and Helena gets upset eight women can beat the shit out of me, right? (Waiting) sounds like fun (turning) I’ll be there (continuing on down to the sound stage.)

Tina and Bette’s House Bedroom
Tina (waking slowly; her body felt exhausted and elated; sitting up and stretching; she felt Helena eying her; turning): Morning.

Helena (hoarsely): Is that how you say good morning (sitting up?)  

Tina (closing her eyes as that accented sensuous voice assaulted her senses): No, but I’m not sure on proper English etiquette so why don’t you tell me (leaning up) or better yet show me…

Helena (wrapping her arms around her; pulling her back down on the bed; straddling her hips): I think (grinding slowly) it would be better if I show you (pressing their lips together gently knowing how bruised both of their lips were.)

Tina (tangling her fingers in Helena’s hair): You mean more like this (pushing her tongue through soft lips and caressing Helena’s; flashes of heat assaulted her body as she remembered exactly where and what that tongue had done to her. The kiss deepened and Tina tightened her hold; moaning as Helena’s hands grabbed her ass, and her body settling between her legs.)

Helena (peppering her face with kisses): Can I (not only seeking permission but something deeper?)

Tina (nodding): Yes (yelling as her core was filled slowly with two fingers) fuck yes (wishing for Bette and knowing she wouldn’t mind. Although later) Gods…

Kitchen
Kit (walking in; she could see how tired her sister was; their was also something else): Good morning baby girl.