What I wouldnt give to be in the middle of that later tonight, the man by the impressionist inspired landscape said as he sipped his gin and tonic, eyes locked on Bette and Tina. Bettes arm was wrapped around Tinas waist, her hand casually resting on Tinas left hip. She leaned over, parting the small curtain of golden hair that hid Tinas ear and whispered something through a grin. Tinas shoulders rose and fell as she chuckled quietly, leaning her head further into Bettes quick kiss. Hmmyou and me both, bro, said the man next to Mr. Gin-and-Tonic, as he squinted his eyes to catch the exact moment when Bettes lips met the skin on Tinas temple. The two men looked at each with helpless expressions as they turned around to head back to the bar for another much needed drink.

So what else do you like about it, baby? Bette asked softly, sliding her hand further along Tinas hip and pulling her closer. UmI think the artist did a great job with her breaststheyre so life-likelike you can almost reach out and Tinas voice trailed as she glanced sideways to catch Bettes reaction. Bette smiled, biting her lower lip. She cocked her head slightly and looked intently at the painting, apparently trying to decide if she agreed with Tinas comment. She looked sideways at Tina, arching an eyebrow. She then brought her face into dangerous proximity with Tinas, dropping her voice a couple of octaves until it was gravelly, I didnt know you were sofond of *****. Tina pulled away slightly, grinning broadly as her eyes darted over every feature of Bettes face, Theres a certain pair Im quite fond of. Bette slid her hand toward the small of Tinas back, allowing her thumb to skim just under the hem of Tinas silk camisole.

Bette opened her mouth slightly, but before she could question Tina further, she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. It was yet another wealthy art-lover coming to offer his compliments to Bette on the success of the show. Bette introduced Tina, but Tina quickly excused herself to get another drink; she would leave Bette to wield her charms. She walked over to the bar and handed her empty glass to the bartender. So, hows your night shaping up, Michaelhow many numbers have you collected so far, she inquired with a playful grin. Michael (the bartender who usually worked the events at Bettes gallery) flashed Tina a thousand-watt smile, his bright blue eyes sparkling as he theatrically mixed Tinas drink. Tina just shook her head, chuckling, So have you got any gossip for me? Michael nodded his head as he placed Tinas drink on the bar. Well are you gonna tell me or what? Tina asked impatiently. Michael delicately placed his elbows on the bar and leaned forward, You see those two over in the cornerright next to the ceramic thingy.

Tina discreetly glanced in the direction that Michael indicated, turning slightly to lean sideways on the bar. Yeahwhat about them? she asked looking back at Michael. Well, they seemed to be veryumenthralled by you and Bette when you were over by that big painting, Michael drawled. The corner of Tinas mouth curled into an amused grin. Men are so pathetic, she said with a scoff; she quickly looked at Michael who had an expression of utter pain on his face. I meant straight men, she added soothingly, gently stroking his right cheek. Baby, its a waste of time, Bette whispered into Tinas ear as she placed a hand on Tinas hip as before. Tina turned to face Bette and was surprised when she felt Bettes lips softly pressed against her own. She looked back at Bette completely shocked. I couldnt help myself anymore, Bette said as she took Tinas drink out of her hand to steal a sip. Well, I hope youre willing to accept the consequences of your actions, Tina said, reclaiming her drink. With a devilish glint, Bette pulled Tina closer, What do you mean? Tina took a long sip, licking her lips slowly afterwards, It seems there are two gentlemen whove been enjoying watching usall night. Bette raised her eyebrows, and began looking slowly around the room, Where are they?

Tina couldnt help but stare at Bettes face, then at her neck, and finally her eyes wandered, peering down Bettes shirt.

Bette: Tina?

Tina: What?

Bette: Where are theythe guys?

Tina: Bette?

Bette: What?

Tina: I really missed you.

Bette: I missed you too.

Tina leaned in closer to Bette, gently running her nose along the length of Bette neck and finally placing her lips over Bettes right ear. Did you miss ***** me? she asked breathlessly. Bette pulled away to look at Tinas face, her jaw slack and her knees slightly weak. Tina arched an eyebrow and took another sip of her drink, disengaging from Bette and walking away. Bette was rooted to the spot, holding onto the edge of the bar with all her might for balance and support. Her eyes followed Tina as she walked through the crowd, making her way to an exit at the back of the gallery. Bette finally loosened her hand, letting it fall to her side as she debated whether to follow Tina or stay. She swallowed hard and began walking, unsteadily at first. As she weaved her way, people kept pulling her aside, but Bette quickly got rid of them, her sight locked on the back door.

She finally pushed the door open, inhaling sharply as the cool night breeze swirled around her. She took a few tentative steps, squinting in the dim red light emanating from the EXIT sign. Tina! she whispered hoarsely, continuing to walk slowly and looking around herself for any sign of Tina. She began to tiptoe, realizing how loud the sound of her heels were in the parking lot. As her eyes adjusted, she looked around herself frantically, continuing to whisper Tinas name. She finally reached her own car and leaned against the trunk crossing her arms in frustration, Tina where the ***** are you! she hissed. She heard footsteps approaching her from behind, and turning around, saw Tina standing next to the drivers side door. She was stroking the roof of the car with a single finger; Bette could feel Tinas stare better than she could see it. The footsteps resumed, and soon Tina was standing before Bette. Bette leaned forward for a kiss, but Tina pulled away quickly, pushing Bette against the car by her hips. Bette chuckled low, placing her hands on Tinas. Tina leaned in closely, but keeping her lips just a breath away from Bettes, whispered, Did you? Bette groaned and reached for Tinas lips, but Tina retreated again, taking a few steps backward. Bette chuckled and undid another button on her shirt as she leaned back against the car, Where is all of this coming from?

Tina turned around and took a few steps toward the gallery, before turning to face Bette again, Are you gonna answer my question or what? Bette couldnt help but nod; Tinas voice was deep and sultry. Tina placed her hands on her hips, waiting for Bette to fulfill her request. Yes, Bette managed to say with a sigh. Tina walked back toward Bette, swaying her hips with every fluid step. She placed her hands over Bettes, effectively pinning her to the car. She licked her lips once again and exhaled slowly as she inched her face closer to Bettes, Yeswhat? I missed you, Bette whispered, her breath catching in her throat as Tinas lips brushed her cheeks softly. Tina released Bettes hands and pulled away quickly; she wasnt satisfied with Bettes answer. She made an about-face and began walking back to the gallery. Bette was too flushed and heated to react quickly; when she finally looked up, she saw Tinas figure walking away from her.