"Bette, you’re not taking advantage of the situation if that’s what this is about…last time I checked it takes two…"  Tina playfully declared, though her heart was swooning with Bette’s tender approach. 

"I really like you Tina…and I want to be around you as much as I can…let’s just take the time to really start this off right…"  Bette was sincerely expressing herself to Tina, hoping the blonde would realize the seriousness of Bette’s intentions with her.

"This?" Tina questioned, her eyes endearing.  "I though we weren’t defining ‘this’…remember?"

Their playful banter was enchanting…Tina felt like she was sixteen years old.  This woman made her absolutely gush.

"I wasn’t really trying to define it…I don’t think I can…It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before…" Bette smiled, overcome with the warm feelings dripping through her body.

Tina stroked Bette’s cheek, in awe of the brunette and her many sides.

"You know…It’s really hard to believe what they say about you when you look like this…" Tina began, her smile teasingly delicious.

"Oh?  And what is it they say about me…" Bette implored, her smile now devious with flirtation, happy to see Tina smile again.

"That you’re a heartbreaker…love ‘em and leave ‘em type…inept when it comes to real intimacy…"  Tina dramatically cocked her head as she presented the laundry list of rumors to the astonished brunette.

"Jesus, who told you all of this…"  Bette shook her head in bewilderment.

"People…"  Tina uncomfortably joked, realizing that she needed to switch tracks quickly.  The tenderness was slowly beginning to drown out of the brunette eyes…

"Listen Bette.  I don’t know what I’m feeling here…but I do know it’s something I’ve never felt…and I just want to be able to feel it for as long as I can." Tina’s eyes were shining with sincerity and wonder.   "You do something to me Bette Porter…" 

Bette’s eyes came alive again as she placed her own hand on Tina’s cheeck.

"And you do something to me…Tina Kennard…" Bette’s tone was thick, her body rejecting the tempo her mind demanded it take.  She felt a crippling desire to take the blonde woman’s mouth again, probe the layers she had not be blessed with just yet…

But she restrained herself, instead taking in the sheer comfort of Tina’s hand on her own cheeck, stroking the glistening skin with amazement.

"I made a reservation for us…I hope you don’t mind…" Bette began, reeling her arm in slowly.  Her body was no longer going to take no for an answer so she backed away cautiously, smoothing her skirt as she did.

"Oh…no…I just got as far as getting here…" Tina blushed as she recalled her afternoon daydreaming about this very moment.

Bette smiled, knowing exactly what Tina meant…

"Good…would you like me to drive?" Bette asked, grabbing for her purse.

"What’s the rush?" Tina quizzed, shooving her hands into her back pockets. 

"The rush is…is if I don’t…if we don’t get going soon…I’m not going to be able to stop myself…"  Bette eyed Tina’s creamy chest longingly, practically dragging her gaze away as Tina moved forward.

"Who’s stopping you…" Tina liked feeling she was not the only one consumed with insatiable desire.

"Tina…I want the time to prove to you that I am not all those things that people say I am…at least not when I’m with you…You deserve the very best in my opinion, and I want to give you that…I want to give you that more than anything…I don’t want to be some mistake to you…" Bette’s honesty finally won out and Tina relented.

Tina knew Bette was right, but Tina was so attracted to her that reason failed to arrive on her priority list when it came to Bette.  Tina had opened the flood gates of her desire, and once they had opened, she was finding it very hard to close.

Even though Bette had clearly put the stops on further physical interaction, Tina violated the line and gave Bette a soft peck on her mouth for the beautiful things that had just escaped from her amber lips.

"Let’s go then…you sure you don’t mind driving?" Tina looked up into Bette’s eyes, the maple depths swimming with restrained passion.

"I insist…" Bette voice was low and warm, once again rekindled by the fire of the blonde’s lips upon hers…

Control was all she needed right now.  She had to have control…

TBC